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Main Story Part 2

@slimbrown13 @MaighdlinS (A reminder these are parts of the full story) . Starring at his reflection from the golden mural, he tips his hat and salutes his old self. “Today is the beginning of a new day.” Taking a deep breath, he takes the first step toward the door and a new step towards adventure, with a large grinning smile. Grey and bland, apparently that is the new theme for Orion’s life. Oval in shape, the room contains a large counter where office workers are calling up clients. The rest of the room can be described in one word, efficient. Red leather chairs all facing the center, circulate the walls. Large metallic grey walls give the presence of power and simplicity. Huge orbs attach to the ceiling, magically light up the room using magical crystals called Lacrima. The office workers wear similar outfits, white stainless shirts without wrinkles. Orion lets out a sigh and walks up the line, hoping for a merciful death. Apparently there was no such thing as mercy, as the line moves slowly each client taking hours to write and submit their paperwork. Three grueling hours pass before he reaches one of the office workers. A short man, bald with a brown curve mustache and a bad habit of licking his lips every few seconds, greets the mage. The worker glances, licks his lip and drops down onto the counter a thirty page contract. “Upon signing this contract you will have sworn to faithfully obey any and all rules stated in this contract.” The bald man speaks with a wheezy voice similar to air releasing from a balloon promptly irritating the mage. “This also includes misbehavior that is outlaw by the government. No murder of any government official. No battle between guilds unless justified by an office worker. The most important being no attacking anyone within the Guild Sanction.” The fact that they had made a specific rule to cease violence against the Guild Sanction meant that there had been some in the past. Listening to the wheezy bald man, Orion could completely comprehends and justifies that violence. “Now then if you do agree with these above statements, and all those found within your contract please sign here.” He points at a blank spot upon the end of the page.

Main story.

Leaning his head to the left, he lazily peers to where the road takes a steep dive. The city of Mimosa called by those within the empire as the jewel of the known world. It stretches across a land full of hills and peculiar jagged rocks for 6,487 square miles. Throughout these soil rich lands various types of inhabitants have come allowing it to have the largest diverse population within the empire. The city was shaped to appear as a sun, to represent both the sun on it flag and the fact that it is the location of the Sun God Temple, Becrux. Two large walls appear within the city splitting it into three districts. The outer part of the city is made mostly of the slums and the open market. Bleak grey buildings rise awkwardly as weeds, the only decent looking ones found closer towards the main roads so as not to disgust visitors. The middle sanctum of the city flows out of the shabbiness of the slums, a refreshing mirage of idealism. Large houses bloom in mirror reflection in perfect intervals, as people dress the same and walk with a glass like smile. Clean streets welcome merchants to waste gold on wares made from copper and sold for pennies. A few miles away from the second wall the land suddenly takes a dive and forms a large crater. The crater is sixty miles long, which legend dictates was created when a heavenly object fell years ago. Built upon the crater with pride are large structures of marble and gold. Here nobles stroll out waiting for the lowering head of the peasants, as they spend lavishly for simple items. Powerful merchants, artisans, and public servants reside within the inner sanctum watching the brush stroke view with plaster smiles. In the direct center a citadel lurks in the shape of a sun, and shines like gold with brazen walls. Here one can find the Temple of Becrux, the House of Common, The Judgment Hall, Laws and Customs, and other government sanctified organizations. Orion watches the scenery with annoyance and caution. “The more dazzling the serpent the more dangerous it poison.” He grins wickedly and marches into a nearby carriage.