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Date: Yazarl, 3rd Luyar, Poriday. Hour 8 (1 SD). Bozliph: 2857 AWW.


In a world of various cultures of varying technologies and varying religions and traditions, there exist two major powers: Magic, spoken incantations which produce an effect, and technology, natural objects worked into devices which can do multiple things. The magic is referred to as Mantras, or Mantra for a single incantation. Technology and Matras are engaged in war often, and times of peace are not only short, but there is always another war between them elsewhere.

People who make a living normally depend on one or both of these powers, though both existing together is rare. Those who use mantras are unable to tutor others in the ways, only help them find out combinations, as the mantras are different for each individual. This means that while for one person TAU can mean earth, for another it can mean TWO, MANY, LARGE, or a large amount of different effects. The only two constants are for expencive and inexpensive, and even those are different for different cultures, meaning that when cultures are mixed the mantras are completely unpredictable.

The vast number of jobs that exist are mainly of just a few: Warrior, one who uses melee technology; Magician, one who uses mantras and studies them deeply; Scholars, those who study many things; Near-combatants, those who use technology that is normally short ranged, but often farther than melee; Gunsmen, those who use technology that can be used at a far range; Snipers, those who use technology to use weapons from a great distance, often to avoid being detected; and an un-named job which powerfully combines mantras and technology.

Some places can be of low technology and lack mantras completely, while the same goes for high technology, and there is also another ability, though not considered a power such as mantras or technology, known as alchemy. Alchemy can be seperate from the two powers, used with one, or even be a combination of both, but is used through the sacrifice of objects. The main job using this ability is an alchemist, and is the only one actually considered a job.



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Sindred Niromes did not, by any means, look exceptionally powerful as he walked down the long streets of Tizouk'unk. However, he tried to keep a low profile, considering the hatred of almost every anti-technological faction in the city. Considering he was in the City of Magitech, it rarely presented any problem. However, one particular guild had gained enough strength to present a threat.

The Society of Frein had almost four hundred members, and it seemed like each of them had been assigned the duty to get in Sindred's way. He was had never been attacked, but he had been blackmailed, threatened, stolen from, and had even seen the Alchemists he worked with run out of the city.

However, today didn't seem like it seemed like it posed such problems. Thw streets did, however, seem like they were fairly empty. He did, of course, know that this boded very badly. He had never been attacked by the Society of Frein, but he had seen wild animals mysteriously set loose in the streets that he walked.

Sindred stood five feet, nine inches tall, and wore clothing that was rather unexceptional to those that couldn't recognize the work of a skilled enchantress. His brown cloth pants were worn, but they were not torn, and they, along with his white shirt, allowed him to travel into his home- a labyrinthine set of tunnels a few miles out of Tizouk'unk. He had a plain leather belt with no enchantments, but the pistol holstered on it was one-of-a-kind.

It had a rustic steel frame, with clockwork wheels cranking silently inside. It didn't look like much, but the bullets that he used were infused with an enchantment that burned the victim. Once a month, he replenished his store, since he tended to run into a lot of vicious animals when he traveled to the city.

He was headed toward the house of the enchantress that had infused his clothes, and his bullets, with the spells that they wielded, and he held the blueprint for a rather exceptional device in his right hand.

He found the mansion fairly quickly. He was breathing through his nose so as not to give any emotions away. His eyes were looking directly ahead, and they would stay that way. If he was going to look at something, he'd have to turn his head. He knew the enchantress well, but they had fun in taking every chance to take a deal that they knew was unfair to the other.

He took two steps, and a fairly deep female voice reached his ears from just inside the door he had come through.

"Hello, Sindred. Do you have the blueprints?"

"That depends, Serena," he said it with as little emotion as possible, though a little bit of humor could be caught in his tone, "on whether or not you have the bullets and payment."

"And whether or not I have those," she replied, "depends on how well this device will work."

Sindred continued walking, and he could hear the footsteps of Serena close behind him. The room had absolutely no decorations, and it was the only room of the mansion he had ever seen. The walls were unpainted, but was still well-built enough to keep unwanted pests out.

He sat on one "side" of a round table, and a tall, lithe form sat down on the chair opposite him. While the table was extremely well-lit, the chair, as well as Serena's face, were shrouded in darkness. He laid the blueprints out and explained the device.

"These are the designs for a new machine that is capable of knocking down something as big as a golem. They are cheap, so if you have enough, you could probably even wage war on any major city, despite the fact that I doubt you will. As an Alchemical enchantress, Serena, you could probably give one of these devices the ability to burn down a building and destroy itself, leaving no evidence. However, this is standard clockwork design, so I'll spare you all but the major details. This unit stands around four feet tall, but is fairly wide, allowing for balance. The steel frame protects from weaker guns, though artillery will bring one of these down in an instant. The arms are slower than I expected, but I couldn't make them faster without making the unit three times as expensive. Is it to your liking?"

"I suppose... The bullets are in broken crate in the alleyway between this building, and the house to the right. The tome that you seek is in the Prisoner Bars. You could probably get there in a few hours if you take one of the copies of the Rider that you gave me. You designed it, so you may-as-well get to use it. You'll find the Rider near the bullets."

Within a matter of moments, Sindred had left, procured the bullets, and mounted a "Rider," which was one of his more creative inventions. Transportion was fairly slow, so he invented an eight-legged machine with two bars on either side that allowed for steering that could reach speeds of nearly ninety miles per hour. He had hoped that it would be used for the good of the world, but Serena had kept the design for her own personal use, and very few others got to use it.

He had made it out of Tizouk'unk in a matter of seconds, and was already tearing through the distance between him an answer. He had searched all his life for a tome containing the true name of the City of Tears, where he was born. He had his own reasons for not going back to the city and finding it there, and tomes containing the actual name were rather difficult to find. He wanted to get it before anyone else.

And at his speed, he'd be there much more quickly than if he had been walking on foot. Serena, however, was not nearly as trustworthy as Sindred thought. He realized exactly what had happened when, after nearly thirty miles of travel, the "reins" of the Rider sparked. He didn't care that he was going seventy miles an hour- he jumped off, only seconds before the Rider burst into flame...