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The passengers for the long and historic journey around the globe via rail started boarding in the Silver City, continued through Salidor and then Isca Aquitanium, many who had boarded at the Silver City came from all over the Western Alliance; members of political circles, celebrities, rich investors, bankers, but also the common class. Daniel Rhodes was adamant that all representations of Allasian society should be aboard the historic first run. A lottery system was put into place for the inexpensive “second” and “third” class tickets. Lukas Socinus had lived a hard life since he was just a boy. His father had died in a gang related shootout, though he himself was just crossing the street. A kind man, though not one that had much money, or any plans or end of life will for his poor wife and two sons. Their mother, after the death of their father, had left the two Socinus boys to suffer as she drank herself into oblivion, one day being found dead in bed in only her late forties. The

Salidor was a city steeped in history, from its own uprising against all of Allasia with the Feys Salidoris, to its strong hand against Rhodesia and its deep patriotism after Lord Rushing’s sacking of the city. The third largest Aquitanian city, it was perhaps the most beautiful, even with the great tower long gone. Rapture knew that many a Rivan had seen that tower with their own eyes, and questioned how balance could be restored to Allasia when so many were being controlled by the sheer will of mind of the powerful Feys Salidoris; young woman who were trained from childhood in the ability of “mind mending” which could leave a man, and for the even more powerful, women as well under complete control and dedicated to their “Feys” until the order to die. Lord Rushing was a narcissist High Lord, who, outside of Aquitaine was hated, and within Aquitaine feared. A man who believed in the “purity of Aquitanians” an odd belief that popped up from time to time that Aquitanians were somehow a

Ambassador and Lord Vexeter Ashely and his company; Sir Knivert Ashley, Lady Francinia Porier, Lady Cindi Fontaine, Sister of the Sun Glimmer Alegeise, and the two young hunter warriors, led by scout Grainne Solis. The names on the roster of the returning company who had arrived at the Silver City upon receiving reply by courier that the war was over, and to meet the King and his daughter in the Silver City for a debriefing and understanding of the agreements made to Almalexia. The shock of what they saw in Scarletta was a mixture of the best in allasian nature, but also the worst… Young Scarlettans helping the wounded, coming out in droves with food, blankets, and medicinal supplies. Older men and women opening their homes as temporary informatries to Sevensians, Allasians, and any who fought for freedom. Those with stark differences, shoulder to shoulder in helping repair charred and ruined towns the dragons had flamed. These stories of course extended beyond what Lord Ashley was

Jerrod Mars was a man who had always seen one side of a coin, the scratched and scuffed side, the unpolished side, the side tat would lead a man to question what all the fighting was for, and why one would give up his life, his soul, and his humanity for the cause of “freedom” when all he saw was death, destruction, and hatred against the foes on the other side. Jerrod had not only fought, but gotten damn good at it. Killing had become a work of art, and Gandrians, Aquitanians, and Almalexians unlucky enough to stand against him soon met their maker, or drowned in the fiery bowels of hell. Private Mars soon became Sargeant Mars, and later, a deserter. A chest of medals, and a dozen events to “push” a pro war message on the people back home had been the last straw. Rhodesia, the West, they were supposed to be the good guys, but Jerrod was tired of living for “the West” and more interested in living for Jerrod Mars, a man who saw his own hopes and dreams. Jerrod was hounded, and caught

“I have seen a lot but I did not expect you to be like- This…” Parasol said softly, looking the rather “unimposing” but cute and youthful “Fourth” up and down. “You must have taken this form to prevent the forces against us from being able to easily pick you as their target?” “This was the form I came in… This is my allasian appearance it was not chosen, though I did chose somethings…” The Fourth, who was going by “Celeste” replied. “I am blessed to have been given the form that best represents me in the opinions of the kind people who first sheltered me, and from my observations on how a child of this relative age, and demeanor, and size may act.” “I need some answers…” Kary had been quiet up until now, but she was annoyed and excited all at once. The Rivan girl had shown up, murdered the two crystal armored foes, and then taken Celeste under her wing, the role that Kary had up until Parasol arrived. Kary felt now as she had when her “friend” in Clevins named Ginna brought her

The Sevensian council was made up of those from the loyalist leadership that remained, and the rebellion leaders. “Lord Severen Sevensia, first Lord of Sevensia” had made it clear that every Sevensian still living was to bury the ax of dissent and move into the future. The very few rend claw populations were corralled and now, with the dragons gone, would serve the Sevensians as mounts, opposed to being the masters of Sevensians, or the equals. They would serve as horses served the Allasians, as companions, but clearly subservient to the new masters of Sevensia. The first council took place a week after the end of hostilities. Lord Sevensia had signed a decree that outlawed dragons from making homes or living in Sevensia on pain of death, any and all wyrms, dragons, or wyverns would be systematically banished upon pain of death. Dragonesses such as Mez’Avrora, Mez’Brianna, and others who had stayed out of the war were forced to give up their titles and given a time before even they

The scene in the Silver City was one of festive excitement. One would think that the world of Allasia had not been at war a mere two years prior to this day. Despite the cease fire coming to an end in less than a year, almost every dignitary was present from both the Western Alliance and the Eastern Axis. A big band was playing songs from all around Allasia and the great new engine “the Never Setting Sun” was draped in wreaths and garland, the long row of silver colored passenger cars fit the aesthetic of the scene. The oddest thing perhaps, being the soldiers of both East and West and their respective “leadership” intermingling to get a better look at the great vehicle of the future. TWR had ordered an additional ten of these engines and granted the “maiden voyage” was a success, the great TWR trains would circumvent the globe on weekly travel. Some booed when it had rolled into the Silver city, claiming it would monopolize the transportation industry, planes would be obsolete, the

Queen Aliera Aquitaine had appointed herself as such when she found herself isolated from the rest of Allasia. A High Lady was part of an Axis, or an organization and her people needed a Queen, one they could turn to for strength, power, and confidence. Aquitaine had been clouded in a veil and left isolated. Queen Aquitaine’s first order of business was to strengthen the armed forces which were still weakened by the massive losses against the Snake Cult. The Bastard Legion had been sent on scouting with their well known skills as fast moving scouts, awaiting for whatever had thrown Aquitaine into chaos to show itself. Isca Aquitanium was opened as the bastion of defense should an attack come from anywhere within Aquitaine. In the meantime Aliera had been working with her Defense Minister Axel Crassus; a tall wiry man who wore a dark cloak of black with the red accents of Aquitaine. He walked alongside her as they exited the cabinet meeting with the Aquitanian Parliament. “The bigger

The Princess of Allasia had never encountered death until watching her handmaiden and little friend Mattie die in the arms of the kind and caring woman named Franny. Trauma had set in and changed her to the core, and now as she rode alongside a host of heavy Aquitanian legonary guards and High Lady Ursula Aquitaine herself, she was witness to death and destruction to those responsible. She watched a dragoness be chained down and her jaw to be broken back until her entire head cracked and crunched and she spasmed to death on the ground, spouting blood from the mouth she could no longer close until her eyes glazed over. Cheers erupted to the death of this mighty and majestic creature, a creature Juneau had colored with pencils when she was just a little girl and posted pictures on her father’s bulletin board. Creatures she marveled at, now she watched squirm and cough blood, unable to escape the wrath of Allasia. A man dragon had shielded a juvenile dragon and once his body was laden

Brandy Alexander had not had an easy childhood, growing up in a time where war and the talk of coming wars dominated the news, she had grown up and seen the invention of television, which led to imagery of the chaos and destruction of a war between people who often had similar viewpoints and beliefs. Her father had been Scarlettan and Rhodesian and her mother was born and raised in Scarletta in the beautiful town of Camperdown, a city now missing some of its great landmarks due to bombing. She had seen her middle class family lose their home and her father drink himself to death, angry and feeling betrayed by a government that promised all forms of freedom while bleeding him dry with the need for war materials. Her mother had turned the young Brandy into an orphanage. At twenty three she had found not the calling in life she sought, but one she was good at, a career choice she often hated, but that brought her a stable income, and access to information, high level people, and now, an