Stella Lucidus
Located in Hargeon Town
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Hargeon.
A beautiful prosperous port town renowned for its fishing culture which dominated its trade, even in a country that was primarily known for those whom practiced the art of magic. For magic was abundant in this country, 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 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.
Whatever the case maybe on this particular beautiful sunny day in Fiore, a lone figure sat perched on a bench in Hargeon Park. Just who was this particular lone figure? Why it was none other then a young girl who didnβt appear old enough to be in her twentieth year of life just yet but also wasnβt too far off. She had her face down with brown eyes locked on the pages of a Sorcerer Weekly Magazine resting in her lap while idly turning the page to the next article. A slight breeze blowing by mussed long locks of wavy brilliant bright orange framing her face bearing a soft smile. The young women wearing a white sort of ruffled dress whose skirt came down to just mid thigh, and whose long sleeves appeared torn for style while being allowed to hang freely enough to expose her lower forearms. A rather large bow was tied about her waist. The top was low, but not gaudily so, and thin straps appeared to be responsible for keeping the dress up in place. On her feet were strapped white heels.