It had been seven years since his migration to Eos, and only now was he ready to take his first steps into the Academy he was sent to attend. Being born and raised within the isolation of his tribe in the Waas forest, acclimation into the modern world took time. Going from the vast open forests ruled by ancient vegetations and archaic beasts of the ethernano, to the labyrinth mazes between tightly packed spires and buildings in Eos was an adjustment akin to a well deserved culture shock. Despite the abrupt change in his environment the young Trague adapted much sooner than his average tribesman, where most took over a decade to download and process the culture and manufacturing of magic within Eos. Still, despite his accelerated assimilation, beginning at the Academy would be like a blank slate all over again. Like learning a new system within a system.

However, the day before Elwar could make the traditional trek through the scholar station to attend his first day at the Academy, he had received an official institution dossier that instructed him to report to a one, ‘ Kasiani Atlas’, the current and presiding Master of Arcanism, for his orientation proceedings. The thought of meeting one of the great masters of the Academy from the start sent chills through his body. Initially, he believed his surname may have been recognized from the various bestiary’s his great grand parents wrote and published for the Academy back in the X440’s. Although the catch at the footer of the dossier painted more of an unconventional call to action perhaps in an effort to disperse the foot traffic of new students at the start of the new semester.

“The Ruins of Berkel..?” Was all he remembered thinking to himself as the back of the dossier forecasted details to meet with Kasiani in the Southern Plains to the southeast on the outskirts of the ruined and deserted Serran kingdom. His visual confirmation being to find a woman in possession of a phoenix feather to know he had successfully found his way. The adventurousness in him chomped at the opportunity to officially travel and explore the parts of Serra he had never seen. Having started his journey on foot the night before, Elwar had finally arrived in Berkel with papyrus papers strewn about between the bindings of his notebook. His interest in documenting his own bestiary could not help but stoke the fires of his curiosity along the way, taking notes upon many of the creatures observed along his trek.

Elwars long jet black hair was held up and tied by a white hachimaki as his familiar Xala, a small brown coated kit fox, traversed his shoulder blades with a spoiled bravado of nonchalance. His grey kimono proving tattered from the trailblazing of his journey while his black scholar satchel bulged awkwardly having been stuffed to the brim with scrolls and a mess of other unkept supplies. His basket woven sandals would rake across the stone roads of the abandoned city before another being came into view near an old fountain as he proceeded into the opening of what appeared to be a wildly overgrown courtyard. The person before him was definitely a female, although much taller and broader than himself. There was a sort of reptilian air about the woman, perhaps a mutant of some sort replete with webbed appendages and a large tail. More importantly, within her possession, was the phoenix feather as described in his Academy dossier.

“I do apologize if I kept you waiting Ms. Atlas, I am here to meet you for the orientation!” Elwar exclaimed as he closed the distance with a light jog, waving his indescript Academy dossier as if its small print would somehow be legible to anyone in the immediate distance.

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Kasiani Atlas | Leviathan