
The Sky Wanderer, her sails billowing with the momentum of a thousand miles, gracefully descends toward the bustling docks of Aetheris. Below, the city unfolds – a breathtaking panorama of towering spires, gleaming magitech skyscrapers, and airships uncountable crisscrossing the sky like metallic dragonflies. Banners and flags dot nearly every solid surface, the Skyfire Festival is starting today.
Your journey has been long, your reasons for arriving in the heart of the Tervalkyre Empire your own. Perhaps you seek fortune in its bustling markets, knowledge within the hallowed halls of the Arcane Citadel, or a chance to challenge the very foundations upon which the Emperor’s power rests.
The airship settles onto the docking platform with a gentle thud, the ropes securing her to the mooring masts with practiced ease. The bustling activity of the docks swirls around you – the shouts of crewmen unloading cargo, the rumble of yrddestone-powered carts, the distant cries of merchants hawking their wares.
A few passengers slip through the stream of cargo. A merchant seeking to regain his family's fortune. A Chimera hunter, skilled with the blade, arrives in search of a lucrative bounty. A young soldier, fresh from the rigors of training, yearns for a taste of freedom amidst the festival’s vibrant chaos.
You take a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the exotic spices that arrive from the far corners of Yrdde. The energy of Aetheris, a blend of raw ambition and carefully cultivated order, crackles around you.
This is the heart of the Empire, a city of dreams and shadows. Your journey has just begun.
At the edge of the platform, a portly Arbiter waits, clipboard in hand, his face a mask of bored authority.
"Declaration forms, please," he says, struggling to raise his voice above the din. "I need all passages filled out before you can disembark."
Declaration?
He thrusts the clipboard towards you, his gaze sweeping over your attire, assessing your worth, your purpose, your potential threat. What name do you write?
Cassian Vallus: A merchant seeking to restore his family’s name and fortune after a series of devastating setbacks.
Zyla Swiftclaw: A Cat Chimera hunter, her blade as sharp as her wit, seeking a lucrative bounty amidst the city’s teeming crowds.
Conall Skyborne: A young Free State mercenary on leave, arriving in Aetheris to explore the Skyfire Festival, unaware of the challenges that await.
The Arbiter rolls his eyes. "Yes, standard procedure. The Imperial Trade Commission wants detailed... details on every soul in and out of the main dock. Something about taxes and demographic research, above my title it is."
He glances away and mutters, "Let one bank thief get away and they put you on tourist duty. Emperor's shorts, I'd rather be cleaning privies."


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