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PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 4:04 pm    Post subject: Great Scott! Where are we going to get 1.21 gigawatts! Reply with quote

He had frowned as he'd begun to compose the letters that sat before him, having looked just then around the room to gauge how his comments - or rather, his questions - had been taken. He felt bad because he'd obviously put her in a spot, and in the few moments he had between the ticks of the clock he'd had the insight to realize that perhaps he asked like that to make it all seem like something she - and he - could laugh it off if she said no.

In his taking the time to gauge the rooms reaction, he'd noticed the strange change in Atticus, which persisted only a moment and then vanished. The serious side of him - what little of it there was - wondered for a moment if perhaps he should be addressing the sudden change in Atticus, recognizing immediately one of the symptoms of possession; unfortunately the serious side of him was immediately set upon by the rest of him, which trussed it up in a burlap sack and threw it in the corner. And that was the end of that (for now at least).

He took one of the pages in front of him, folded it up carefully into a paper airplane, and threw it down towards the front of the class, cringing as it banked hard to the left and dived - almost to its doom he feared - before rising out from between the seats, cutting between the heads of two of the other students, buoying up further, then diving dramatically towards Lydia's desk, coasting to a rest directly on her notes.

In Brend's letter to Lydia he wrote:
Dear Lydi,
I'm really sorry for what just happened, that's really not the way I'd envisioned it going down at all - then again I should have realized how shy you were right from the get go, knowing what I know of, um, you.

(And yes, he writes exactly like he speaks. It's a compulsion.)

The truth of it is, I've wanted to ask you out for a while, I just haven't been able to work up the nerve. I mean, you're the headmistress of the school, you're kind of high profile, not to mention intelligent and attractive; meanwhile I've been a janitor. I guess maybe I just needed the confidence boost. Regardless, I'm asking now, and would be honored if you would accompany to this Red Carpet event & after party. I'll even make this pledge; if you enjoy it, I'll try to make it last forever, but if you don't, it'll be over before you know it. Think about it. Please.

Yours,
Brend

ps No pressure, but if you say no, you're going to create a whole paradox thing - really not sure how that'll play out yet.

pps Oh, and if you say no and this paradox thing happens, your evil sister will probably win. Just saying.

ppps I can't wait til we're done with this whole, Time Travellers Wife meets Memento thing.

pppps I was kidding about the evil sister thing, you know I'm alright with her, right?



While the rest of the class was preoccupied with his final act of defiance in class before he would absolutely obey the headmistress and remain largely silent and attentive, he took advantage of the distraction and balled up the remaining letter on his desk and fired it - hookshot style - over his head towards Lucas. Though it fell within a short arms reach of the boy, Brend had never even watched where he was throwing it, and had instead maintained a mask of innocence despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

In the balled up piece of paper thrown at Lucas, Brend wrote:
Hey kid. Whatever you're thinking about doing? Do it. Cool Hand Luke style, know what I mean? You're more likely to regret the things you don't do, than the things you do, get me?

Cheers,
Brend


Yep. Nothing to see here. Picture of innocence.

Suddenly he swore out loud, albeit softly. He slapped a hand over his own mouth.

He'd just realized that he should have included IMDB links in the underlined portions of his letter to Lydia.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 11:10 pm    Post subject: Losing Control Reply with quote

Lydia answered Ammy, “I like to think that our Town Hall would serve a similar purpose, though maybe not to the same extent.”

Catching Atticus’s eyes, she quickly called on him. It was obvious from her expression that his tone and comment unnerved her. “Yes… My home is in the Dragon’s Gate District…” she said vaguely, though she was concerned from the way he said it that he knew exactly where she meant. She stared at him even after his eyes returned to normal, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong. It was long enough to distract her from the flying airplane until it landed on her desk.

“Ok!” she said harshly as she quickly crushed it flat with an open palm. “That is enough for today,” she said sweeter, returning to her normal cheery teaching voice as best she could. “If there are any other questions, please…” She was about to offer to answer any questions after class, but she really just wanted to go. The longer things went on, the more she was losing control. “…feel free to make an appointment to see me in my office.”

“The assignment for this week,” she said before anyone else could interrupt, “will be to go to the Dockside District and find one or two places that interest you, whether they are cultural hot spots, new dining experiences, or one of the historical places I mentioned. Write about the areas and the other people that are there. Include what you think the places mean to Rhydin and its people based on what you observe.”

She placed the flattened paper airplane to the side to read it later and picked up the graded assignments. “I will hand back your assignments as you leave.”

Some students hesitantly looked to each other, not quite knowing what to do because of the change in routine. Eventually a few got up and began to head to the desk, where Lydia gave them back their report, then headed out the door. Other students soon followed suit.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 7:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

To say Lucas was confused was a bit of an understatement. He was trying to understand everything Ms. Tolmay was teaching them, but the distractions in class were confusing, to say the least.

He'd thought about raising his hand to ask for clarification regarding Dockside, and just where Dockside became WestEnd. Was WestEnd part of Dockside, even though it wasn't anywhere near the docks? Why wasn't WestEnd its own district? Was it too small for that?

But before he'd had a chance to raise his hand, he found a crumpled up piece of paper tossed into his lap, which he shoved into a pocket to read later for fear his teacher might see him and ask for it, and then she was dismissing them and handing back their papers on the way out.

Lucas tipped his head close to Fliss as they rose from their seats to start toward the door behind the other students. "Is it me or is something weird going on around here?" he whispered.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 12:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

So far the first class for her to attend as a student had been anything but a usual class from what she'd had imagined. That thought aside though, she was happy to get a small feel of anticipation in participating and asking questions. Ammy stood from the desk she sat at, stowed away her notebook and pen in her satchel then shot Professor D'Arcstorm and Mr. Stormgaard a long, studying glance. She too was wondering what was going on and had a small sliver of deep worry that perhaps the sins of last year were not over.

She would let her gaze drop, her calculating mind overworking again and she noted the three students as well that Professor D'Arcstorm mentioned in their shell game of a conversation. More to think on that she wasn't sure about. She'd leave the desk and stop by Lydia for a moment to drop a few words of encouragement for her.

"I enjoyed the class, Professor Tolmay. I am looking forward to my assignment with joy. You handle yourself a lot better than I would have if such were in my class. Then again, perhaps that is why I have pulled back from teaching lately and want a new view on who and why I teach. Thank you for teaching me today." She kept her voice low enough for Lydia to catch. She gave Lydia a deep bow of respect and would leave the classroom.

In the hall way, she pulled out her phone and sent Professor D'Arcstorm a message manually. With that done she was off to spend time in Dockside.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 1:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Frowning a little at the way the class seemed to have so abruptly ended, Fliss glanced at Lucas in time to see him pocket a balled piece of paper. Curious, she made a note to ask him about it when they were out of the classroom, gathering together her belongings and rising with him as he murmured to her.

"No, something weird is definitely going on around here," she murmured back to him, casting a reproving glance back at Brend as they headed for the desk.

She enjoyed learning, and she knew she was lucky to have the privilege of doing so in such an ordered environment. That order seemed to have been threatened, and Fliss felt unsettled. How were they supposed to learn anything at all if another student was grandstanding and disrupting everything? She didn't want to fall behind, and she knew Lucas would be even less inclined to ask the questions he wanted to ask if he felt as though he was just setting himself up to be mocked.

Collecting her former homework without the usual smile from the professor was an odd experience, leaving her still frowning as she and Lucas headed out of the classroom. As they reached the outside, She took his hand. "C'mon, let's go somewhere private. I need to make something burn before I can calm down."
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 11:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Atticus waited until all but one other had left; Brend sat looking around at nothing in particular, his legs up on the chair in front of him. Atticus discounted him and approached Lydia.

"Headmistress, a very informative session, as I would expect from peer reviews of your work. I must confess I was confused to be referred to as an instructor; during our interview at the Registrar's Office in the Docks, I believe you called me an 'asset', who was to 'claim employment as a consultant.'" He noted her style of dress was certainly different between school and casual; she'd worn black leather to his interview.

"I must ask, would it be acceptable for me to place a Mage Eye in the room for the purpose of Scrying your other lectures? It would be the equivalent of Distance Education." He was curious to see what else was going on here, there were lots of potential amongst the students, but the one who's mind had been tampered with was certainly concerning to him. Ironically, any curious glances Lydia would be casting at him would be largely disregarded due to social ineptitude, specifically his own.

He would await her response with civil demeanor, and no matter what her opinion, he would accept it, and bid her good day. His asking, after all, was only a formality; he'd already cast a Mage Eye during the class, but had inverted the spell to make it invisible except to the detection of magic.
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 10:26 pm    Post subject: Full of Surprises Reply with quote

Lydia was grateful as the students came up to collect their reports, then leave.

“You’re welcome, and thank you,” Lydia said to Ammy in return for her compliment.

Then it was only her with the two male observers. She was about to thank Atticus for his compliment, but the sudden mention of previously meeting her at the docks hit her. She closed her eyes hard and left them closed a moment, trying to collect herself. The Registrar’s Office was located on campus… nowhere near the Docks. She had employed him as an instructor, and certainly would never claim someone to be an ‘asset’. He was certain he had met her before but she was certain of one thing – Her twin sister, Leta, could not keep her hands out of her school.

She opened her eyes wide at his question. She had suspected that Leta might have a spy in class, but Atticus had only just started in the course, so she ruled him out from her sister’s mess. But he displayed his own telltale signs of something foul being afoot with his shifting eyes.

“I don’t feel comfortable…” she began, hesitating on saying ‘with you’, but feeling better that at least someone else there if anything went bad, she continued innocently enough, “with something like that in my classroom.” She considered defending herself by explaining that she had already had a security threat during the class, and how some of her papers had been gone through without her permission, but she thought better of it. She hoped a simple ‘no’ would be enough.

“As is best, Headmistress,” Atticus said before turning and exiting the classroom.

Finally, only one more lay in between her and her moving on to her office. She walked around to the front of her desk, much like she did for the question and answer segments. This time, she sat back on the desktop, letting her heels come off from the floor. “Ok,” she said softly to herself, staring at Brend, trying to mentally prepare herself for him. She leaned back, crossed her legs, and rested her palms on the desktop behind her. Feeling the paper airplane she dismissed before, she picked it up, and began to read it.

Her eyebrows raised in his address to her. Only a select few she would allow to call her the nickname. Her focus shifted quickly as she lightly smiled at his apology. ‘Why can’t he be more like this?’ she mused to herself, engrossed in the brief note. She opened her mouth to answer, but paused in seeing the first postscript. She smiled brightly at the light paradox threat. Her eyes narrowed slightly, though she still wore a smile as she read about her ‘evil sister’. Squinting, she read the movie references with a canted head of confusion. But by the time she got to the last postscript, she had the page only a few inches from her face. She put it down quickly, not being able to help herself from a soft laugh as she looked to Brend. He seemed constantly full of surprises.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 11:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Brend sat with his legs up watching her read through the note. He smiled, and thought to himself, “Ah, there you are, L.” His smile only grew when she looked up at him after she’d finished.

“So...” his eyes bordered guilt and mischief, “you’re smiling. You don’t appear to be ready to... beat me with a ruler, or make me write out lines for disrupting class, which, as I said, sorry...” Should he give her a chance to answer that? Probably not, better ramble on, “I know a great little seamstress down near the Docks, she could do something matching for us, if you... decide to accept my... request? It’s called Elle’s...” He’d rambled enough, though at least this ramble had one common direction to it.

Lydia looked at him with mild confusion as he spoke, though she still smiled. “I never heard of it, but I think that might sound nice…”
‘Wait,’ she thought as soon as the words came out. The class had been hectic enough, but now she was agreeing to this. She didn’t know what she was saying.

“I don’t know,” she backtracked. “I don’t really go out that often.” Parties weren’t really her thing, and big, glamourous ones where that much more intimidating for her.

“Hmm,” he made the considering noise as he rose to his feet with a warm smile, “Guess you should have considered that before you accepted. So, what color scheme are you thinking?” He slipped from the chairs and strolled down the aisle towards her. “Plus, you look way too good to mope around grading papers all night every night. Not to mention how good it’ll be for your PR; I mean, publicity for the school, not that there’s a nefarious person wearing your face out there getting into all kinds of trouble. Cause. Yeah, that’d be crazy.”

He nodded at her emphatically, his smile disarming. He was close enough to touch now.

She let out a light laughing scoff when he pointed out her acceptance. But her smile faded as he went on to acknowledge her twin. She looked down with a twinge of sadness. He had to have known of her sister to say something like that. Maybe her sister reached out to him like she obviously had to Atticus. Even worse, maybe he was only asking her to this because he though she was her sister. “I, um…” she trailed off a moment. “If there is, she is not me.” She looked back up, figuring she should answer his question. Looking into his azure eyes, she answered simply, “I like blue.”
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 8:57 pm    Post subject: Too Much Work Reply with quote

He frowned a moment, “I know you’re no one other than yourself, Lydi.” That might seem audacious, but its hard to say what he really knew of her, now wasn’t it? By her own admission, he could know something from her sister. Of course, he also called her... that nickname. So who’s to say? He reached onto her desk and grabbed a couple of papers, whose name at the top was ‘Colt Alexander’.

“Sorry, just picking up some homework.” It was two weeks worth of Colts marked hand ins; as far as covering the subject material, he’d been 100% - there was a slight underlying sarcasm to his work that made you not want to give it full value though, as if the person who’d done the work was, well, kind of a little jerk. He paused in retrieving the papers, his smile beaming, “Yeah, I think you’d look great in blue,” he started ticking off a list in his head, except that he was speaking it - softly but audibly, aloud, “We’ll do dress, heels, hm, panties?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lydia a bit more speculatively now.

Lydia jumped up from the desk defensively as he grabbed the homework. As if her sister rifling through them wasn’t enough, now he was doing so right in front of her. She was about to stop him, but paused, trying to sort things out. By the time he got to the ‘panties’ remark, she was half tempted to slap him. “I don’t understand. Why are you taking Colt’s assignments? Why was he not in class today?”

He never missed a beat in his deception, mostly because it wouldn’t do anyone any good just at the moment for her to realize the complete truth.
“I’m his guardian. I’m picking up his assignments. You can check with the registrars office, or with Rebecca,” he gave a small smile, “I was, um, with him when he signed up personally for your class. His tone became less teasing and more gentle, “Too much work? ... Come on. Come spend the night away with me. Before you burn out.” He waved the papers subtly, “Sorry, I should have asked. I just saw his name at the top.”

“No, thank you. I enjoy what I do,” she said tersely, quickly gathering up the rest of her notes from the desk. “And I have more work to do tonight… if you’ll excuse me…” she said distantly as she attempted to go passed him. She would definitely be checking with Rebecca when she got back to her office. She suspected his story would prove true, but she wanted to verify it for her own peace of mind.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 8:59 pm    Post subject: Epic, Tragedy, Romance Reply with quote

Of course his story would prove true. It was true. “I know you do. Enjoy what you do, that is.” He stepped sideways, ever so subtly, at first making it look like he was trying to get out of her way, but got mixed up in which way to move. “Wait, please, just,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, a second, then let his hand fall away to look her in the eyes, “It’s easier for me to write serious things on paper than say them, please. Just, give me a chance. I know I act a little ridiculous sometimes - I feel like I can’t help it; it’s like I’m a character in some epic, tragedy, romance, sci fi fantasy, poorly written by some third rate hack - and if there’s anyone reading, I pity them.” He wasn’t going to imply she worked too much again, that was for sure. Better to just divert her attention without letting her know it was happening.

But, he wasn’t looking to be underhanded at the moment, more to legitimately apologize. “I’ll tell you what,” he hoped the small smile he wore was enough to let her know he was kidding by what he was about to set, “I’ve got my heart set on spending that night with you. So, either... you come with me. Or, I’m going to come help you grade papers.” He was teasing, it was obvious in his tone - on the other hand, his presence while trying to grade someone’s paper might make a person cry.

“Well, I don’t think it was quite the epic, nor as bad as a tragedy, but you certainly made class… interesting,” she said with a half smile, in an attempt to show she wasn’t offended, but she did want to go to finish her work. “I thank you for the offer to grade papers tonight, but I think I can handle it. Instead, I would be honored to take you up on your offer for the After Party. Since you must already know Rebecca, I hope you’ll leave her information regarding when and where.” Her eyes were softer as she looked to him.

He didn’t smile, he full on grinned. “Yep.” He almost bounced on his toes as he stood there talking to her. He wasn’t trying not to say too much, he didn’t want to give away just quite how pleased he was. “Oh!” He almost forgot, since she didn’t answer. “The clothing thing, you were good with that or... did you want to head down to Elle’s with me?”

Mimicking her attitude towards grading, she answered with a smile, “I think I can handle that on my own, too, but thank you. Have a good night, Mr. Stormgaard.”
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 9:03 pm    Post subject: Trifecta: 1 Story, 1 Colt, 1 Brend, 1 Ages. Mic. Dropped. Reply with quote

“That’s too bad, you’d really like it.” he frowned, he was moving with her - not before. He’d start for the door when she was ready, kind of escorting her... also kind of unwilling to leave. “And it’s Brend, if you don’t mind. Or some version of that. No one’s been called Mr. Stormgaard. Ever. Not even my father.”

She looked at him strangely, but still smiled. “Ok… Brend,” she said, taking note of how he moved with her. “And if we’re discussing preferred names, if you like, you can call me Lydia,” she added extra emphasis to her ‘A’ ending. “You don’t know me well enough for anything other than that…” She added softly, “yet.”

“Oh?” he was asking in regards to her claim he didn’t know her well enough yet, and maybe she wouldn’t put it together that that’s what he’d latched onto, but... “Sometime when I’m not focused on entertaining you, or making you laugh... we’ve really gotta talk history, bet I could tell you some surprising things - if I could make you believe them would be another matter.” He’d likely sound like an outright liar, but she’d probably laugh and smile at his oddball stories - never realizing they didn’t come -close- to the truth, that they were in fact -the- truth. He smiled warmly at her as they left, his hand ever so lightly hovering over the small of her back, barely ever touching. With that, they walked out the door.

A few moments after they left, the door opened again and Brend’s head peeked around the door jam. “Um. Hey guys. For those of you who got here... late, or, maybe you’re early for next class... or I dunno, maybe you’re just, reading through - in which case, no loitering - just thought I’d clear up, she said yes to the whole date thing. I know what you faithful readers are thinking, either, “That was really up in the air!’, or maybe, ‘Can you believe she’s going out in public with that animal?’ and another thing...”

Suddenly Brend was jostled from behind and tripped into the room proper, as some older guy with a mop and bucket elbowed him out of the way. He muttered something mostly unintelligible to Brend, who rubbed at the points of impact from the mans mop handle.
“Alright, I guess show’s over for now. See y’all again in the next installment.” Brend ducked out of the room, leaving only the old janitor who looked up after Brend as he left, muttering as he pulled his cap down over his wild, snowy hair.

“Weirdo.”
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 8:33 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

It really was amazing the things you could do on your last day of freedom for a month, even if it was completely unwittingly. Having hit upon a marvelous cheat that actually had history at its heart for once, Fliss and Lucas had spent a very productive afternoon at the Shanachie Theater for this week's assignment, together with a brief visit to the Divining Shoreline to round things off. The events of that little trip certainly gave them both an interesting anecdote to end their essays on.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ammy's assignment report was sent directly to Lydia's office, folded, precise and accompanied with home made ginger candy and some chocolate chip cookies. A small note was attached as well.

The note would simply read:

I thought perhaps some ginger and some home made cookies would help ease the tension I sensing from you. I don't know what is going on, but I do hope you'll find comfort soon. Attached is my history homework for week 4 and no I am not bribing you for good grades. Should you ever want to talk to me about.... some things that have happened I will happily accept your company any time of the night. I do need to ask about something misplaced that I have yet to find any trace of. Would you happen to know where my Chaemera Pistol went during the Kracken attack? I have spent a year atoning for any wrongs I have done against the Academy and that gun is the last atonement needed, for within it . . . the Kracken would look like a pet compared to what core can do.

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PostPosted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 10:28 pm    Post subject: Missing Chaemera Pistol Reply with quote

Before the next class, a letter from Lydia would be waiting for Ammy in her Academy mailbox.

Lydia Tolmay wrote:
Ms. Spiritor,

I regret to inform you that the Chaemera Pistol has gone missing. The last time I had seen the item was when I had given it to a campus security guard to use in order to defend Mage Hall during the Daemon Kraken incident over a year ago.

After receiving your letter, I inquired about its location to campus security. It was never turned in by the security officer to whom it was entrusted. I suspect the disappearance of the item may have to do with his sudden demise after the incident.

I offer my deepest apologies for the missing weapon. I would like to provide you with any available campus supplies or services that may help recreate the item to your satisfaction. Please let my secretary or myself know if there is anything that you may need in order to do so.

Humbly,
Lydia Tolmay
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PostPosted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 1:55 pm    Post subject: Week Five Reply with quote

History of RhyDin: Week Five
Mount Yasuo


At the end of the last class, the over protective Lydia attempted to look for the missing student, Colt Alexander. As soon as she looked at the contact information her secretary Rebecca had given her, she realized the streets and area codes did not exist in Rhydin. In a last ditch effort, Lydia pulled his student number, but it was not a student number… it was a staff member’s, specifically, a janitor. Brendryck Stormgaard. Looking back, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Both had the same azure blue eyes and tousled blonde hair. Learning the alternate identity of her ‘student’, she felt foolish after their exchange last week. As if she didn’t have enough working against her, she could add ‘dating a co-worker’ or worse, ‘a student’, to the growing list of grievances against her.

On her way to class, she wondered how she managed to keep her job. Today, she told herself, I will maintain control.

Lydia walked through the classroom door a few minutes before the clock struck the hour. Determined of her priority for the evening, she kept her head up, higher than normal, with her raven hair held secure in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Her usual professional attire was even more straight-laced, as she wore a simple white blouse buttoned up to the collar with a harsh black blazer over it. A smooth citrine stone hanging from a yellow gold chain gave little color against the white blouse. Her lower half was encased in black, from her black pumps, solid black nylons, and black circle skirt cut modestly passed her knees. The black of her ensemble gave a stark contrast to the pale cream skin on her face and hands as she smiled to the class and placed the graded papers on her desk.

As the clock struck the hour, she was up at the board writing Mount Yasuo with a solid line underneath. Turning to the class with her gentle smile, she began.

“Although this class is devoted to the history of Rhydin, I would be remiss to skip two areas that hold just as much culture and connection to our fair city. This week I will be discussing the stories of the history of Mount Yasuo.”

“About a week’s travel north of Rhydin City lies a mountain range famous for its natural vistas, high plateaus, and deep valleys. In addition to the beautiful flora from its wildflower dotted rocky ranges to its heaven reaching forest trees, animals are just as plentiful in this area of Rhydin. Everything from rabbits, squirrels, deer, wolves, mountain lions, bears, and various forms of hawks and eagles call this stunning land home. But it is the tales of its people that make the land great.”
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