Dwuneth

Dwuneth

Everyone in the Kingdom of Dwuneth knew it was that time of year, the time where you will see the streets buzzing with travelers, new faces ready to make a living in the kingdom.
All cities have their own piece of excitement around the same time, there are different festivals to welcome the new ones but Dwuneth has always been the main attraction,
one would jump from town to town and always found their steps taking them back to this kingdom.
Upon arrival, the bazaar is the first thing that the weary traveler encountered, any unknowledgeable mortal would be surprised at the amount of stalls and tents set up all around the entrance,
colors of a rainbow all around, not only from the stands but from peoples clothes since it has been such a long time tradition to be in Dwuneth during this time of year,
all kind of people from the realm has made it a must-go sort of tradition to be there during these festivities and sell their best weapons, armors, potions, and even wisdom, and for sure the traveler expected some amount of excitement here but the incredible magnificent of it all is a bit overwhelming.
As one can never be too wary and have to look after oneself while these festivals occur, the traveler looks around for the pickpocketing devils that are not uncommon and
defending yourself is a trait to have once you arrive, so the traveler knows to watch over his shoulder, guarding his only belongings.
The signs for the mastery of weapons or to will your magic are all around, but the traveler heads straight to the clairvoyant s tent to learn what he will be best suited,
mage or warrior is hiding in your soul rather than a commoner. Most know what they want to be in life but entering this wonderful place can be overwhelming and it is better to be sure of what your soul wants.
The fascinated traveler, leaves the tent knowing exactly what he wishes to be in life which as it turns out is exactly what he had yearned to be from childhood, the travelers life becomes so much easier now, and he heads over to the weaponry.
Pardon me? The attendant looks over to him with avid eyes.
Yes look around, we have anything you need. She says extending her arms to the selection of weapons in front of her. What are you looking for?
I was told I needed a staff of silver for basic magic and ruby dagger, he had never been one for buying artifacts or weapons, but being a mage with the heart of a warrior can only mean that you will fight and defend others.
You have stopped in the right place then, the attendant smiles and invites him in. The traveler expends most of his morning choosing and getting the feel of the weapons, he does not much of how to use them but he is told that further into the kingdom, all sorts of scholars and mentors can be found easily at the academy, training is always hard but dedication and persistent is harder to accomplish.
Beyond the buzz and hustle of the bazaar the city is much more organized, no matter how many new travelers are there, they easily get around the major streets and the academy features large windows at the front and even larger door,
a block of a building if there ever was one, the doors are wide open and people can be seen inside going from one table to the next, the occasional sizzle of light is seen or the whisper of metal in the air.
He enters the building with weapons at his back. Have you ever experienced a wisp of magic in your life?
He hears and turns to the stern voices, they must be the scholars, surrounding younger people than he, and they all seem to be paying close attention.
It is not an easy ability, and you might change your mind further down the road and wish to change your beliefs and be a dragon rider or a hunter.
Never, says one of the students but the others are nodding.
You there, are you a mage? As there is no one else around him they could be talking to, the traveler comes closer.
I want to be, he says.
He wants to, he proclaims, one of the scholars spat turning around and leaving them. The rest just stares at him with assessing glares.
You could be, a younger-looking man assures. Hold this, he suddenly trusts a ball of light into his hands, which the traveler holds on instinct, the light turns from blue to red and then green.
Yes, you could be, the scholar assures passing a hand over the light and extinguishing it.
Did you see? He says to the others like him, all looking for a guiding hand to help them develop their abilities, someone to train with. This is the place where you come to learn and train.
There is no such thing as a simple mage or hunter or mercenary, guilds are formed by more than that, you come here to learn much more.
This comes from one of the eldest scholars, he stands by the entrance of the academy and all eyes turn to him. You must master all skills in small amounts and then develop your main one.
And so it is that the traveler begins its journey in the academy, training to become much more than just a mage,
perhaps a warrior would be in his future plans or maybe he will continue to be a wanderer and after his training go from town to town offering his traits and knowledge to others,
the future holds many options for the new travelers that go to Dwuneth but another city like Summerlyn or Northfort or any of the others could be the final destination of a new adventurer, finding the calling is just the first step.