generation of chaos
A distant land, an ancient legend brought to life, 10 nations seeking to claim it. the war has begun
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Azalan slowly looked up and opened his eyes, as he rocked back in forth the caravan that was bouncing along the rough road. He looked at his hands which were tied together by tight leather straps. He looked out of a small window to his right. The wagon came to a jerking halt. The door at the front of the wagon swung open. He stepped out and squinted as he was hit by the blinding light.
“Azalan Einarth. You are here because of your impressive work in the magical and historical studies.” A soldier read from a scroll.
“Yeah, yeah.” Azalan said and looked around. The caravan was surrounded by dozens of soldiers, with their weapons trained on him. “You know, I’m only one person. There is no need for this many soldiers.” Azalan said and yawned  as he pulled at the straps on his hands. The soldier did not answer, but instead turned towards a large excavation site, guarded by soldiers. “You mind cutting these?” He asked a nearby soldier and held his hands up.
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*the white haired man slowed his horse. Something wasn’t right*
*a red haired woman with a phoenix on her shoulder, an a man with short black hair and an eye patch approached azalan*
“This the historian?” The woman inquired
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“Yeah…” Azul ran a bit faster, “So…Are you new….to…this?”
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“Historian, wizard, cleric, heavenly being” Azalan said and pointed to his wings which were also tightly bound. “Whatever you prefer.” He finished as he stared down the man and woman in front of him.
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” well it took you long enough getting here” the woman growled at the soldiers. It was clear she was in no mood for nonsense.
“Take him to the tower Zen”
*the eye patched man nodded and grasped Azalan’s shoulder firmly, leading him to a lower part of the excavation site, in which the top of a tower was clear, descending into the ground*
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“New to….what…sir? “
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“Hey, take it easy pal.” Azalan said and brushed off the man’s hand. “It’s not like I can do anything, I mean with this exuberant security.” Azalan said with a hint of sarcasm.
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*the man glared. It was a particularly viscious, which was an achievement, seeing as he had only one eye to glare with. He indicated the tower*
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“You don’t talk much, do you?” Azalan asked and squinted his eyes at the man. He looked up at the ominous tower. “Ah yes, this is what I was informed of. Very strange indeed…” Azalan trailed off.
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“Mind the bones. They could be important”
*the man cut Azalan’s hands loose*
“Find anything, tell me. Use the window to enter the tower. I will wait in that hut” *he points* “escpae attempts will be punished. That is all”
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“Finally.” Azalan said and rubbed his wrists. There were marks left from where the bindings were. “While your at it, mind letting my wings loose? These straps are very annoying. Oh, and which one of your soldiers has my bag? That contains all of my research materials.
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*Erabus remained silent under the bush*
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*The man called out to the soldiers at the caravan* “THE HISTORIAN NEEDS HIS BAG” *a soldier hurried over, handing the bag to Azalan*
“Youre wings will remain bound. We will not be having you fly away.”
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I know youre here somewhere erabus….I can smell your magic”
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“Worrywart.” Azalan said and took the bag. He opened the biggest pouch and pulled out a small notebook and piece of charcoal. Slowly he walked around the base of the tower. He crouched down to look at some markings. “Hmm…” he said to himself. “This is gonna take awhile.”