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Monday Update: Good evening prospective citizens, we noticed you've all been on your best behavior, which we most certainly do highly appreciate.  In return for such compliance, we have granted you one extra day of enjoying the Waiting Room and Terravision. We look forward to reviewing all of your applications before distributing passports. If you have any questions or are interested in joining, make yourself known and use the [@mention] tag or PM one of the GMs for questions or concerns.  Remember, in Europa not everyone is guaranteed entrance.  

And, just to be clear, we're not going to extend the date any further than the 'morrow. So, sit down, buckle up, and say, "Ahhhh." The count down has officially started.



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Sᴏᴠᴇʀᴇɪɢɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ Dʀʏᴀᴅᴀʟɪꜱ, Iꜰʀɪsᴇ Fᴏʀᴇsᴛ Tʜᴇ Eᴏʟᴅʏꜱꜱᴇᴜꜱ 

Worn boots padded up the staircase.  The heels rubbed against the flooring, cautious of old architecture display.  The shaking of the barge could have caused him to slip from the age of materials used. Uriel’s attention gravitated away from his body’s agility and back to the people he was following. Studying them from closer, now, his hands were tugging at the rims of his jacket's sleeves.  Curiosity was confiscating his intellect as he tried to make means of what was happening.  

They were fighting about something.  This was obvious, and Uriel did not find this surprising in the least.  People seemed to always be fighting about something.  He was even fighting something.  However, as far as Uriel could tell, the fight seemed to be over something of which he had little knowledge, at least for now.  The future was full of bridges yet to be crossed, and perhaps, he would learn sometime after the present’s not so surprising display of arrangements.

His pale hand drifted to his face and rubbed a thin finger against his eyelashes and eyelids. He allowed himself to circumspect the event.  There is a reason for everything. He told himself, and this reason, he was fairly certain -- intuitively speaking, perhaps -- that riding on this particular railway with other magi was not even close to being a coincidence. His hand slowly feathered from his melancholy gaze and rested by his chest. A sensation was glowing within the locket. He could feel it within himself. For a brief moment the aura surrounding the feeling was excited and jubilant, and Uriel felt a pulse of energy wave through his thing body. Old Master his thoughts muted through his parted lips.

They are using magic openly!  Uriel’s eyes sprang wide open, and a gasp inhaled through his lips, drawing back the mute prayer, when suddenly, without warning, the barge came to a halt, screeching and with an aggravated powerful of the machinery’s necessity.  The young boy felt his knees weaken against his footing.  It was different than the balance he had kept while minding the stairs.  His lithe body jolted forward and crumpled into a low bow on the flooring. The palm so of his hands scraped against the dirt and dust collected from long wear and voyages, “Oomph,” his teeth clamped down while he braced for the next wave of force to pull him backwards.

With his toes flattened inside his boots, his body did not move as much as he had expected. While swallowing courage, Uriel lifted his head.  He drew in several breaths to calm himself from the sudden excitement. He could sense the danger.  He could hear the danger, too. It was right in front of him and more vivid than his dream.  He knew his eyes were widening, and a tunnel of visionary depictions journeyed him through his nightmare. Lord of the Magic be with me, for in this time of distress I have no other help but You. Lord of the Magic, have mercy on me.

Not much time for pensive, reflection was allowed, though.  The ringing of a womanly voice chimed through the chaos that was now shadowing the barge. “--nd I'd suggest you to come with me if you want to have any hope of making it to the next town alive.” Uriel did not think too heavily on the thought of not following her and quickly hopped to his feet.  His body maneuvered after her, like a child trying to catch hold of his mother’s hand, except he was probably too old for such child endeavors.  “Wait--” he tried to whisper in a more stern sounding voice, but intuition withheld him to a passive sound.  She had no time to wait, and neither did the boy.

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