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posted January 05, 2007 07:30 AM |
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Mazil, City of the Worlds
This is just a premise I have going for a story. If anyone has any feedback, then by all means share it if you wish. Otherwise, I just felt like sharing something with you guys.
In the mild rainy lands called The Fortums, three empires dominate the area. The two smaller lands, Celeria and Brann, sit top to bottom on the eastern side forming a long twisting border. The country to the west is somewhat larger and is shaped much like a wishbone wrapping itself around the other two. At the center of the three countries lies a city upon which no empire takes rule.
It is the city of Terros. But Terros is a mere section of another city that is much larger. This city is called Mazil. The sky, the land, and the underworld are all joined by the city, split into three. Each piece of the city is adjoined, but separate spanning across the three worlds. Terros lies on land. Libitina resides in the underworld. And Taiva floats in the sky.
Over a thousand years ago, a group of wizards sought to unite the three worlds together. For centuries war had been fought between them and no side ever appeared to be winning. Treaties of non-aggression were signed and the wizards built massive magical portals linking each city to the next. The cities were renamed Mazil its root from an ancient word meaning together.
When the portals were first built, each race guarded them heavily. Massive fortresses were built surrounding the portal housing hundreds of guards to stand watch. Throughout the city they built several towers that housed devices that controlled the portal. All but three of the devices must be turned on in order to keep the portal open. Over the centuries the three worlds grew a strong empathy for one another. Trust grew between the worlds and eventually the guarding of the portals became more of a tradition then a precaution. However the devices were still well-guarded as they did not want anyone tampering with the portals.
However on one particularly quiet night, the portals between each of the cities closed and the devices which kept them open were missing. The gates could be reopened, but it would take months to create a new device that could control the gate from far enough away that it could be well-guarded. And so a temporary fix was put into place a few days later. The new devices were kept within the very same fortress as the portal itself.
For the first time in centuries, the trust between the three worlds was strained. It was clear that someone wanted the portals able to be kept open. But for what reason? How could an outsider possibly control it? The city was massive and full of thousands of guards. Even countries within each world were squabbling amongst each other. Chaos was spreading like a plague. And it would take a decade to rebuild every device that was stolen. But even then the trust between the worlds would have been strained.
This story begins the day after the portals were closed.
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posted January 05, 2007 10:24 AM |
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posted January 05, 2007 06:08 PM |
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Thanks for the advice. I agree with you that was a bit awkward at the end. That's probably one weakness to my writing. Sometimes it's worded a bit strangely.
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posted July 26, 2007 06:02 PM |
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The glasses of Aaron Perch began to slide down his nose as he quickened his pace and briskly made his way through the twisting hallways of the Hall of Mazil. He pushed them back up with his free hand and reached into his pocket, pulling out a shiny circular object, twenty minutes after eight. He was more than late and was probably the only person at the meeting who everyone truly trusted.
As he made his way into the Eastern Wing, the hallway ran in a massive circle that ran around the edge of the building. The sun had risen only a couple hours ago and shown through the windows directly into Aaron’s face. He dropped his head to avoid taking the blinding light head on. As he circled the building, the sunlight shone perpendicular to the hallway. At this point, Aaron turned right heading up a fairly narrow staircase at least compared to the size of the Hall of Mazil. At the top of the stairs sat a short hallway and a set of double doors at the end. He nodded at the dozen guards that stood on guard and made his way into the next room.
The low chatter stopped for a moment to acknowledge the arrival of the last person needed for the meeting and continued as Aaron made his way to take his seat.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said looking around the room. Seven men and two women looked back at him in affirmation. Some of them nodded. But most of them made little reaction. They didn’t seem too upset at his tardiness. Before speaking, he took a moment to organize his scrolls.
“You all know why we’re here today. I’d like to say thank you to everyone for making it here on such short notice.” Everyone nodded. “Right now, we need a plan to get Mazil back up and running. The longer our cities, our worlds, are shut off from one another, the more that our people will worry. Opening up the gates will put the population at ease. And economically it would be unfeasible to let them remain closed.” King Dossguard adjusted himself in his chair as if he wished to speak. Aaron stopped and turned to look at Dossguard yielding his attention to speak.
“How do we know… its safe to open thee gate without proper deefenses?” the King’s voice was deep and his speech was rather choppy pausing in places that sounded unnatural. “Don’t you think it is too dangerous? We have no idea who has taken thee port stone.” Several members gave him an odd look, but Aaron quickly interrupted.
“I’m sure that Mazil is more than well-defended from any rogue group that may decide to launch some sort of strange attack on the city. We have tens of thousands of soldiers within the core of the city alone. Two thousand men are currently stationed within each of the Portalums. I’m sure that if we work together we will be able to crush any minor attack within a few minute’s time.”
The King nodded. Aaron took in a deep breath. The others looked as though they no longer wanted to kill Dossguard for his suspicious implication that one of the governments were behind the port stone heist. After all, their worlds had been at peace for the past five hundred years. It would be absurd to think that anyone would betray one another. At least Aaron thought it should be. And the others knew Aaron believed that, even though they didn’t fully believe it themselves. Perhaps that was the reason everyone trusted him, because he trusted them, or he at least treated everyone like he damn well did.
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