Grand Clock of the Clockwork City
Felize had finally arrived at her destination, the City of Kendolyn. The golden City. The City of Clockwork and engineering marvels. She couldn't be more excited to finally make it here, as the trip from the Royal Academy in Idris had been long and exhausting.
She had come here to study the mechanism behind the grand clock of the cental tower. It was visible throug almost the entire city, with the clock being a stunning lapislazuli blue. It's black hands were clicking along with the various gears and pipelines hiding behind it. It was a marvel of the artificers, who still refuse to say how much time they actually needed to create it.
Walking through the cobblestone streets, her dark purple traveling cloak pulled closed over her mages robes. She held her Spellbook tight, protecting it from everything around.
There was so much going on in the cobblestone streets. Merchants were trying to get their carts through the crowd. Mages and Artificers were hurring about trying to find supplies or going to wherever they had work to do. The Jaenite preachers were often about in groups, trying to keep at least some respect for the sanctity of the storm around the city. The poor and begging were sitting in the darker corners, trying to survive somehow. A few people had turned to dishonourable activities, but the guard in the city was strong, so that ususally didn't go far.
Despite all that chaos, Felize managed to make her way through the crowd fairly easily, making her way to the very obvious tower, where she hoped to make quick work of her studies so she would manage to be home in time for her favorite holiday. She didn't expect the surprise that waited for her at the tower.
To be continued ...
She had come here to study the mechanism behind the grand clock of the cental tower. It was visible throug almost the entire city, with the clock being a stunning lapislazuli blue. It's black hands were clicking along with the various gears and pipelines hiding behind it. It was a marvel of the artificers, who still refuse to say how much time they actually needed to create it.
Walking through the cobblestone streets, her dark purple traveling cloak pulled closed over her mages robes. She held her Spellbook tight, protecting it from everything around.
There was so much going on in the cobblestone streets. Merchants were trying to get their carts through the crowd. Mages and Artificers were hurring about trying to find supplies or going to wherever they had work to do. The Jaenite preachers were often about in groups, trying to keep at least some respect for the sanctity of the storm around the city. The poor and begging were sitting in the darker corners, trying to survive somehow. A few people had turned to dishonourable activities, but the guard in the city was strong, so that ususally didn't go far.
Despite all that chaos, Felize managed to make her way through the crowd fairly easily, making her way to the very obvious tower, where she hoped to make quick work of her studies so she would manage to be home in time for her favorite holiday. She didn't expect the surprise that waited for her at the tower.
To be continued ...
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