The sun in the sky continues on it's cycle, turning the afternoon into a sunset, all throughout the day it provided light to all those underneath it.
However the thick dark smoke present throughout the urban sprawl resulted in dim conditions, emitting from the large chimneys connected to various factories in Parquis, the industrial heartland of Aclarus.
The sound of heavy machinery echoed throughout the city, the sound of manufacturing and production, not one day where it wasn't busy in this city.
18 hours all day, every day, it was limbo, stuck in working dangerous long jobs with no guarantee that they will achieve the dreams that was promised to them.
As the sun continues to set, a lone elf stood by the sidewalk of the busy streets, the ringing of the rail cars caused the large group of crowds to make way for the passing of the vehicle which was full of passengers.
An elf leaning against the wall continued to read the newspaper, never paying heed to the large bustling crowds or the political campaigning in the background, he made himself comfortable by slightly adjusting his red suspender belt attached to his black pants with his left hand, tipping his newsboy cap upwards, and unbuttoning the top button of his white button down shirt.
Separatists and Liberals, the elf could hear the slogans they are shouting to each other "We are well off without the Commonwealth! What we have here is enough! Without the rule of the nobles who are puppets to the crown in Valoria, The Kings and Queens and their divine right are bogus! We here have grown stronger! We are the ones guided by the divines!"
"Preposterous!" Retorted the Liberal "Only united can we secure a better future for our nation, they know this themselves! The rest of the commonwealth cannot survive without us yes, but neither can we! Who supplies our cities with grain? Who makes sure that for at least a tiny piece of bread will end up in our plate? We cannot risk such endeavors!"
The debate continued as the lone elf read his paper.
On the front page, the letters in bold spell out:
"UNIONIST AGITATORS ARRESTED, INCREASED MILITANCY AMONG FACTORY WORKERS."
The elf read the article on it's own designated page, mumbling the words under his breath as his eyes darted through the words "12 suspected agitators...An alleged cache of firearms...arrest met with resistance from fellow workers...Authorities are confident..." the last line made him chuckle, as if this elf doesn't have confidence in his own government.
As he continued to read, he didn't notice another elf in walking towards him, doing his best to avoid walking crowds on the street, when he finally reached the elf holding the newspaper he tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.
The elf with the newspaper looked at the source with a face of confusion for a split second then the sight of a dark skinned elf wearing the same hat as him with a brown jacket and black pants made it all familiar to him and morphed his earlier expression into a welcoming smile "Aywin! Haven't seen you since last week." the elf lowered his newspaper to greet Aywin with a hug.
"Good to see you too Pierre." Aywin responded with open arms.
Pierre closed his newspaper and folded it in half then rolled it up "So what have you been up to since we last met?" Pierre inquired.
"Oh I've just been there and here." Aywin smiled.
"There and here?" Pierre's faced morphed back into a confused expression.
"I've been running some other jobs." Aywin replied.
"Must be taking you places then." Pierre chuckled.
Aywin sighed then smiled, he then observed Pierre for a moment, his clothing were as dirty as usual, still working at the nearby steel factory it seems, however what caught his attention the most is a fresh scar that runs across his right arm which was exposed by his rolled up sleeves, while it seems like a minor cut, it still caused concern to rise in Aywin's mind.
"Where'd you get that." Aywin pointed at Pierre's scar.
"Oh this? Just a small accident at the factory." Pierre reassured his friend but Aywin pressed the topic further.
"Small? That scar runs across your whole arm." Aywin rebutted.
"It's nothing to worry about trust me." Pierre gave a small smile while lightly rubbing the area where his injury is.
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Revolution! A nation in limbo
FantasyThe world of Yvir is a place ruled by kings, queens, mages, and sorcerers. That was the status quo for thousands of years, legitimized by what they call "Chosen of the Deities." However as the common folk toiled for worthless gain, the discontent ar...
