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Aldrick. No city in Galadia was as bustling and full of life as Aldrick, the capital of the nation. Merchant caravans rolled into the heart of the city centre, carrying goods from the nearby nations of Brumas and Rumbia, civilians and guests of the city bumbled about its wide streets, shopping and exploring to their heart's content, and the skies were filled with air ships, kept aloft by strange magics and revolutionary technology, the blending of which had led to Galadia's growing fortune in recent decades. The jewel of Galadia was known for its high society and technology, which drew nobles and rich common folk from miles around, but in truth Aldrick was a melting pot of cultures from across the south of Gaia, and there was something for everyone here if they knew where to look. The tiered city was enormous, and was a city more than worthy of acting as Galadia's capital.

Amongst the spires, towers, and fortress-like manors that compose the Grand District lies the Hall of Kings. A memorial to the leaders of Galadia long since passed, the Hall of Kings serves as both the offices of the governing bodies of the kingdom and an ancient crypt to house the long decease members of the royal family. As grand, almost divine as the Hall of Kings appeared on the outside, only the offices maintained such a level of grandeur. The lower levels were old and dimly lit, a maze of thin corridoors and secret passages that seemed designed to confuse and deceive those that wandered through them.

Today the offices of the Hall of Kings were as busy as the city streets. Within the tallest spire of the fortress sat a gathering of nobles, courtiers, and advisors around a large table within an assembly room. Decorated with marble statues, gilded silver leaves, and imported silks in the  of the Galadian flag, this room was among the most intricate and ostentatious rooms in the entire complex. "It seems the number of Arms Wielders keeps on growing. We need to be more vigilent, who knows what we may have on our hands." The tall cloaked man stated. Tall and heavily adorned in noble robes, his rather stern, lined face was framed by long silver hair and a goatee. His name was Royal Advisor Rugas, a powerful man of nobility and the cheif advisor to the King's Council. The other five cloaked but masked individuals listened intently to Rugas. "For now, I vote that we don't act hastilly." as the words escaped his lips the rest of the room erupted into roar between nobles who agreed and disagreed with the advisor. 

"Order! Knight Commander Ajax, your opinion on this matter?" Rugas demanded, as the heavily knight wondered from the corner. "We've seen an increase strange behaviour across Galadia to do with magic and the arcane. Slumbering dragons have awoke and began to feed, village or otherwise. Demons have begun to slip through from the Hell's Below as well. Those Arms Wielders have begun to travel in groups or "bands" if you will.This may lead to a situation that can fix itself." The knight stated formly to Rugas and the others. The chatter died down, as nobles began to accept Rugas' decision. "A new age is dawning on us, friends. Let's not get passed by." 

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"And to think, the tale you wanted written wasn't hard at all!" the young looking, well dressed man stated as the larger gruff beast of a warrior nodded as he read the writers manuscript. "you just need to make sure it's safe when you take it to Aldrick, hopefully they will take your prowess within the Arena as something worth keeping in their Libraris Sanctum"  The larger man nodded waving his farewell to the young scribe. He wore a simple set of travelling garbs, a scarf wrapped around his shoulder and neck, a feathered hate adorned the top of his head. "Well Mavlek, another happy customer!" He leaned back on his chair, sitting at a rather cluttered desk of manuscripts and quills. the room itself was dimly lit under the starry sky, messy and cluttered with bookshelves that lined the walls, containing various tomes of varying fiction and non-fiction alike.

 He looked at his companion, a rather small, strangely winged pig and gave it a smile. "Well Hammy, you did good in looking for some particular adventurers. Though it's been a day since you arrived, We will wait if you feel they are trustworthy enough!" Mavlek explained to his rather boarish partner. It will be nice to get out of Digbeth for a while, honestly, even if it's just for a few months." Mavlek got a little excited at the prospect. 

Mavlek saw himself an "Indepedant Scribe", writing down events and tales as best as he saw fit, however it seemed that latelyall he wrote were the tales of Arena Champions. He wanted a change of pace; to travel and write down the adventures and tales of a band of "heroes."

"any day now, they will show up. I wonder exactly what they were like? I bet Hammy chose some particularly strong warriors, they even be Arms Wielders!" Mavlek said excitedly as he layed back on his chair. "A start of a new adventure!"