OUTSIDE EARTH REGION CAPITOL
IDAA THE SHAMAN
It was that time of year again. It was the Celebration of Magic, a celebration of the freedom to use our abilities without the God of Death controlling us. I take a deep breath of the air as we travel down cross country to the Earth capital. Even after my many years I still couldn't get over how the Ice region and the Earth region could both smell so fresh, yet what changed their smells was the temperature. Instead of smelling crisp and fresh like home the Earth region smelled... sweet and fresh.
It had taken us nearly three weeks to travel to the Earth Region for this event and it was a hard one at that. We journeyed around the Fire region to avoid the worst of the heat as most of us had not mastered Fire. Learning more than one element was an extremely difficult task, even a feat I had not yet mastered. Just like anything the elements liked to fight each other and you had to learn to make them coincide. But in all honesty I was content with the one gift that I had.
I stretched a bit as we lumbered along in our animal forms, a much preferred and faster way of travel. Most would probably consider me too old to make these trips but traveling was my favorite and I needed to restock on medicinal ingredients. Every year the hunters of our tribe came as well to trade hundreds of furs for any supplies that we may need, for supplies were scarce in the Ice region. But survival was our culture and we had no complaints. We soon sped up the pace without a word as we all saw the capital in sight there was a silent agreement as we ran that we would reach the capital that very night.
As my gaze turned toward the sky of the setting sun I had a sudden... feeling. Things were about to get much more exciting for my old bones. My bear form let out a snort as we continued to run to the capital.
IN EARTH REGION CAPITOL
ALDINA THE SEAMSTRESS
She pressed the pedal furiously as she sewed away.
The celebration is only days away and I still had three costume orders left! On top of that I need to make two more costumes that would be put in the window of my shop. She rubbed her forehead in stress. She looked at her sewing machine. It was nothing too complicated but an astounding invention that the Aeuduarfs had made and it nearly costed her an arm and a leg. She was already fast at her work, but with this she was even faster. All she had to do was feed the material into the machine and continuously tap a pedal at her feet and it would sew the material in tight stitches. Of course she preferred to do everything by hand but when it came to times like these she definitely needed the extra help. She was only one dwarf after all in a very famous tailor shop that she owned in the capital.
She decided she needed a quick break and went out to the back door to see if anyone left her any messages. Ever since she had settled down in the capital since her parent's passing she had set up a system. For a while whenever she saw someone in need and helped them she told them to give her back door three slow knocks should they ever need help again. If she did not answer they were to leave a note saying, "Your service is needed Alore" with their initial. When she found the note she would wait by her back door at dawn and wait for them to come back. She had managed to turn several lives around with this system. She had given some homeless people a job until they were stable again, had given shelter to sick travelers who couldn't afford help and had even once hidden a mother and her children from their abusive father and smuggled them to the quieter parts of the city. After that the word sort of spread on it's own among the travelers, adventures and such.
She pulled out her pipe as she saw no messages on her back porch and looked down at it. She paused for a moment and smiled slightly. The pipe had been her father's favorite. He only used it at home because it was a gift from her mother and he never wanted to lose it on an adventure. She sighed as she plopped down on the back step. The whole reason why she had started the system was out of guilt for how she treated them before they left... and then never returned. They hadn't deserved that... they were the kindest beings she had ever known and so she had named the system after him. The Alore system. A system for those in need. Her father had told her many stories of times he was saved by a kind soul on his adventures and she wanted to be that kind soul.
She then lit her pipe, or well... her father's pipe, and looked up at the setting sky. She would be up late tonight, but that was alright. She enjoyed the smell of tobacco as she thought about her past not sure if she would ever be able to forgive herself but maybe she could make just a little difference so her parents would be proud when she saw them again.