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Gazania.
A well known large town renowned even in a large country that was primarily known for those whom practiced the art of magic such as Fiore on a continent such as Ishgar. For magic was abundant in this country, this one which went by the name of the Kingdom of Fiore, but still only very few of it's population actually knew magic as more then just a mundane part of life. Something that was there but was so common place that it was easily ignored or used to simply enhance their day to day living. Most people were capable of using these forms of simple everyday magic but there are those almost select few in this great country who utilised magic as a means much greater then just to enhance their lives on the daily. Oh yes. These few of the population were known far and wide all over the place as the wizards.
Now wizards, like the very magics they were known to wield, came in a verity of sizes, personalities and verities.
Both men and women.
Young and old.
Newbies who just discovered the art of using magic to those who had been using it in such a way for years.
There were those wizards who could cast magic all on their own from the tips of the fingers. While others took the other approach to channelling magic through various items in order to harness such powers and abilities.
Wizards wielded this power for different reasons, with many of them personal. Others were more generic such as just to make money or just because they had the ability to manipulate the magic of their world.
And this is where our new story begins...............
"So this is Gazania, the town where the mighty Sabertooth resides in then. It all is so.....normal for a town that is the home of one of the most powerful guilds in the country. A town where her key resides. Then again-“
A figure clad in a battered dark traveling cloak raised a hand twirling what looked like a black key almost except this one was strange being black in colour and highly stylised with several feathers encircling a white circle that was stamped with a line running vertical whose top was slightly bent to the left side. A smaller line bent resting a cross it's middle going sideways. The other end of the key looked like a large single bird feather. The voice the figure spoke with? Female. A young female voice making it's way through the already busy shopping street of the town she was visiting in the middle of the daylight.
“-that underground prison was hardly the proper resting place all this time for you just as this place is hardly the proper resting place for her. But we fixed your situation and we can fix her's now.”
The figure tossed the dark metal key up lazily in the air before catching it again with equal ease.
“We’re going to need her help and even if we didn’t I can’t stand the idea of one of my family being in the hands of a Human. I know you feel differently, both of you, but we don't have a choice in the matter. I will have my family all together, free, and then we shall have our vengence."
The hooded figure seemingly speaking low to herself as she walked twirling the key without an apparent care.