Aust
15-03-2004, 18:51
OOC: This is about the bigging of Aust you may controbute chapters to the diry if you wish.
ABC NEWS.
Hello, I am Cat Windass, and welcome to an ABC news special report archologists have found a acent diry apparently written by Antonio, first Emporer of Aust and Boylenta the Emporess.
In a Musiam.
Aecholicists poured over the diy trying to read what it said...
This is the sotory of how Aust was formed by, I Emporer Antonio of Aust. It begins in andother world in a town called pompaii,
Diary PART 1
Antonio came down the marble steps to the atrum at the centre of his house. Avoiding Arbratus, a slave, who was carrying a new wineskin to his farther he headed for the storefront where his family had a shop.
They had come to live here after the great earthquake and had lived here ever since. His farther was serving Julius Corbite when he entered but spotted him out of the corner of his eye calling out, “Antonio, get a glass of Vusvi from the shelf there.” Dutifully Antonio made his way to the shelf and poured sparkling white wine into a crystal glass. As he handed it to his farther there was a earth tremor causing Arbratus to drop the skin he was carrying, wine spilled all over the floor. Antonio’s farther cursed, “Damnation, that was some of my best wine, the gods must be angry. Antonio, take a slave and give some offerings to Jupiter.”
“Yes farther, which slave shall I take shall I take,”
“Any-one you wish, now go!” His farther turned back to the customers as Antonio exited the room.
“Boylenta,” he called, Boylenta was his favourite slave, a girl of his own age, she was resting after a night serving his brothers ‘needs.’ He didn’t care that she needed rest she could do that later he needed her now. “Boylenta!” The slave of Celtic origins scurried out of her quarters, which she shared, with her older sister. She was tall for her age and the dark bags under her eyes stood out against the pale skin. “Yes, master Antonio,” she said, Antonio looked at her taking in her beautiful features. “You are to fetch offerings to the gods and come with me to the temple of Jupiter.”
“Yes, master,” she ran off only to reappear from the kitchens moments later her arms full of fruit.
His farther walked in having left Arbrantus to deal with customers, “Aren’t you gone yet, Lundena!” As the children walked away he handed the slave who had just walked in a bracelet that read ‘From the master to the slave girl.’ She would wear it when she died.
Antonio and Boylenta walked down the road towards the temple of Jupiter. In front of them the mountain Vusuvius rose majestically, smoke bellowing from it’s top as it often did these days. From here they could clearly see the vineyards that made his farther rich. They stopped to gaze adoringly at the gladiators as they practised. Then they continued down the sun beaten stones to the temple where they laid there offerings and began to depart. When there was a loud bang and they were thrown to the floor by a massive earthquake. Boyenta was throne into a column next to Antonio who was unconscious. As he began to awake, she scrabbled over to him her robe slipping. They climbed to their feet along with hundreds of others to stare at the mountain as it issued black smoke and it’s peak seemed to be crowned with fire. A priest ran out of the temple crying that it was a sign. A few fled but most just watched as black specks of rock grew closer and closer. Then as the first stones struck home, there was instant panic as people began to run for shelter, the priest was struck down, with one or two others in mid cry by the rain of rock. Antonio stayed shock still, seeming not to notice as the stones struck him. Boylenta gave up holding onto her robes and, as they fell to the ground she pulled Antonio into cover screaming at him to move, to do something. As the discarded robe began to be covered by stones, her screams and her nakedness seemed to have some effect on him. He sprinted into the cover of the fish market dragging the girl with him. They reached the cover of an alcove by the fish market. In the road, pebbles slowly covered the bodies of the fallen and the fire-mountain kept exploding. Still people ran past covering their heads with pillows and there hands, still the stones fell. “Thanks,” Antonio said once he got his breath back. “You saved my life.” He couldn’t take his eyes off Boylenta’s body. The girl clad only in here undergarments nodded. As time past they, both noticed the rising heat and the girl took off the remnants of her clothing to keep cool. She felt no shame at being naked in front of her master as she had done so at the slave market and last night to his brother. “We’d better move the roof won’t hold out much longer.” She pronounced breaking the silence between them. “Yes, we can go home,” agreed Antonio, “it has a strong roof and my farther will help us.
“No! We’ve got to get out of the city or we’ll die.”
“Your right” Replied the boy who was now overheating but dared not follow the slaves actions as he thought he could not appear naked in front of a mere slave. Leaving the shelter of the alcove, they ran towards the city gates using their bare hands to fend of blows from stones. Finally, they both collapsed in a tavern front. They were bruised and batted, Antonio’s robes were in shreds and Boylentas was exhausted her fair skin covered in blood from numerous cuts and her golden hair darkened by ash. They went into the back room of the tavern and sat on the floor facing each other because the beds contained bodies. “We can’t go on,” Gasped Antonio, he wiped a cut on his lip. “We may as well stay here where it’s safe.”
“But where so close,” Boylenta replied in desperation. “It’s as bad in the country as in Pompeii, at least we have shelter here. It’s dead out there or dead in here.” Antonio told her,
“Yes but…”
“But nothing! It’s over!”
At that moment the 2nd floor of the tavern collapsed under the weight of stones. The ceiling was crushed by the weight of the roof and they had bearly enough room to crawl in. Pebbles began to bounce through holes, they were being gradually buried alive! “Now what do we do.” Boylenta asked “We could pray to your gods or have s…”
Then a hole appeared in the middle of the room. Not a real hole but more of a window or a door to somewhere else. Through it they could see blue sky’s and palm trees with a city rising behind. A old man appeared at the entrance, he gestured at them “Come through quickly,” his voice seemed no more than a hoarse whisper. They crawled through to another world.
They were standing in the middle of a wide beach with a blue sea and a city rising over a forest on the other side. There were no other beings in sight other than the old man who was staring at them, particularly Boylenta. “Yes!” He cried, “Yes! I can’t believe it, IT WORKED!” Antonio stared at the man as he pranced around them, “What worked?” Antonio asked the man as he danced past, the man turned and looked at them, “Of course! You weren’t to know. I have just created a gate between two worlds and brought you from yours to mine. Of course, you must be the fabled two, ‘Two to find them and two to bind them’ and all that. Well I must say you don’t look very capable dressed like that. Especially you young lady, you would look much better in a red skirt with matching top. Yes you do don’t you, or maybe a black hat with a blue Bikini, brings out your eyes, humm. Yes that will fit the bill for now. As for you young m…”
“What do you mean, two to find them and two to bind them? What do you mean about capable? And what’s a bikini?” asked Antonio. “Boylenta’s my slave and I forbid you to take here away or to dress her in anything without my permission.”
“Slave? My dear boy, oh I see the brand” Boylenta’s hand flew to her left breast where a large A had been burned onto her skin at the slave market 3 years ago. “ Well you’ll just have to free her, As for clothes she’s already dressed a far as I can see in bikini and hat.” Antonio stared at Boylenta to see if the old man was right, as far as he could see she was naked. “Well as to me anyway.” The old man continued, “Hi ho, I guess you don’t know the old rhyme foretold by the seer Silius. He’s my cousin by the way comes from a good family of warlocks a bit of a black sheep really, anyway the old rhyme goes.” He closed his eyes and began to chant in a deep voice, the words seemed to fill the air with a magical twinge like the sort of excitement you get when you go down a rollercoster
Treasures stolen, always fair,
Ever mine, hidden where.
One day a boy and girl the republic will see,
They will hold the answer to every mystery.
Two to find them, Two to bind them,
One to snare them, one to dare them,
The world will change because of these three.
So you are the two, I wonder who the one is? Humm, anyway your job is to rescue the treasuries.”
“What treasures?”
“Oh the treasures of the republic of Heaven that were stolen by the gods after the war. The treasures were the crown and sceptre. I suppose you will want to know the story of this world. In 2295 GC (Gods Calendar) We decided we had had enough of kings and gods so we decided to stop believing in them, they declared war on us because they didn’t want to disappear.”
“Didn’t want to disappear?”
“Yes, gods like you and me only exist if someone believes in them. If say I and everyone else who you had ever met believed you didn’t exist then you would disappear. Anyway they didn’t want to disappear so they stole our treasures,” He frowned, “Well that’s the official story anyway. I think you would be better off in a low cut green frock, dear,
“For the last time I’m not wearing anything,” cried Boylenta,
“You are, see, if you can make things disappear you can make things appear on a subject. It is easier to see things in their simplest form, like you do ordinarily. Only a few people have the skill to break through the pane of reality. It’s like painting on wood or metal. Really skilled people called wizards and Warlocks can make these manifest in real life, instead of just seeing them like I did with the hole. However, something as large as that, takes up a lot of energy which is why I can not make things appear on you at this moment. Have a go now.” Boylenta stared at her body taking in its curves and flesh and tried to make a herself clothed in the sort of robe rich woman wear. Slowly it materialised on her body, getting stronger and stronger as though it was a pin trying to burst through a balloon skin and she was driving it through with her mind. It got closer and closer and the strain on her mind was immense. Then BANG! Her mind collapsed as a robe, suddenly appeared on her body. She fell in a heap on the floor. Antonio was having worse luck trying to make a gold crown burst through the reality bubble but the man clapped him on the back anyway, “Amazing, I have never seen such a display from first timers. You are going to be strong amongst the wizards. These are the powers you will need to defeat the gods.”
The man told them, Antonio looked at Boylenta who was climbing to her feet blushing at the praise. He saw that she was dressed in a green robe and thought for a moment about ordering her to take it off because he preferred her naked. However he decided against doing so as it would obviously be inappropriate at this time. The man gestured to
them and began to walk off crying “follow me please.” They followed him towards the city on the horizon.
Boylenta cursed as she slipped on her robe for the 7th time, how did rich women wear these all the time. She was much happier in her slave robe though it was liable to slip and was so low cut it showed off her breasts so all could see her brand. Antonio was tired his feet were sore and cut as he had no shoes and his legs were on the point of collapse. They had been walking all day away from the beautiful beaches and into this land of trees and noise. Where hundreds of frogs filled the air with their crocking and big cats stalked their footsteps. A large, colourful bird flew overhead crying in alarm and still the city did not come any closer. They reached a clearing in the trees and the man went forward and spoke a few words. The rainforest dissolved and was replaced by a thriving metropolis full of carts and playing children. Antonio and Boylenta gaped, their tiredness forgotten. They were stood in a large forum it’s floors were marble and it’s pillars gold. “Where did the rainforest go?” Asked Antonio,
“It was a illusion spell cast by the most powerful warlock of this age Thentus the Terrible our Prime Minister. You can only see through it if you stand in that clearing and know the magic words. Oh and you have to be a grade one wizard.”
“Grade one wizard?” Wondered Boylenta saying her thoughts aloud. They began to move through the forum that in this area was nearly empty except for one man who was dressed in silver and two female servants who were dressed in a blue crop tops and mini-skirts. They were giving him a massage and he waved lazily to the old man as they passed. Slowly the pillars changed colour to silver who’s populace were dressed in bronze robes and there servants in blue. Finally they came to a bronze pillared area it’s was thronging with people dressed in blue robes. The man finally answered Boylentas question as though he had just heard it. “Yes, wizard, I am a grade two warlock, there are four warlocks in the world, of course there’s one grade one warlock, Thentus the Terrible . After that you get wizards in three grades, then the mages who can bearly see beyond the plane of reality. Of course only a a small percent of the populace are wizards and warlocks maybe 1% and maybe 2% are able to see beyond the pane of reality. All of those live in the silver city and the warlocks live in the golden city.” He turned back to the golden pillared section explaining the pillar system as he want. “Each of these sections of the forum are for the different classes of society. Gold is for the warlocks who wear silver robes, we are the ruling class. You get the wizards and mages in the silver city and they wear the bronze robes. The Trymag’s live in the bronze city and they wear the blue robes. You can only enter the section of a lower class group so I can enter the silver and bronze areas while a mage can’t enter the gold area.” Antonio wondered about this, drawing parallels to his own society when he realised a mistake the man had made, “What about the them, sir.” He asked pointing to the people massaging the silver robed man who had waved to them earlier. “Servants, my friend, Servants. Unlike you society we have no slaves but we do have servants. They’re all Trymags of course. You can tell the difference between a servant and a normal Trymag by looking at there clothes. They don’t wear robes but depending on what there masters tell them to wear as long as it’s blue. The woman are usually dressed in Crop-tops and short skirts but I have heard of more extreme cases of them being force to wear Bikinis or worse. I won’t venture into the worse aspects. The men and boys wear trousers or shorts and are bare chested. By the way we haven’t been formally introduced I am Wallace the Warrior.”
“The Warrior?!”
“ Forgive an old man a little vanity. Officially it’s the wanderer I’m a second class warlock. Any your names?”
“Antonio Augustus the 2nd.”
“Boylenta Kelmi. Slave to the Augustus family.”
“Antonio and Boylenta, good names. Now lets leave this place.” He led them to a set of gold plated doors inscribed with Warlocks come, Wizards beware for them the golden city holds no fare. Pushing the doors open they looked upon the fabled city in it’s magnificence. There were four grand 4 story houses covered in gold plating. Marble walkways stretched up to them the only dash of colour in a golden landscape. The great, marble, city, walls were covered in golden statues of animals The guards who patrolled the walls wore iron and platinum armour. There spears were tipped with titanium and there mirrored shields glinted in the sunlight. “Antonio, look” Gasped Boylenta, she had turned and was gazing over the forum itself two storeys high, to look at an immense Marble palace. The building was over eight stories high and the main entrance was on the 3rd floor. Even from that distance, you could see servants and wizards scurrying up and down the marble steps. The entire structure was covered in precious stones and at the top were two curved spiked framing a statue of a cruel looking man.
“Welcome to Gladine mon tyes, The city of gold.” Said Wallace his flaming red robes changing colour to silver. “The home of wizardry on earth. Behind you is the palace of Thentus the Terrible, next to it you have the house of Tental his brother, Silius the seer, then Robles the Rough and after that my house. Come we shall dress you in true wizarding wear.
ABC NEWS.
Hello, I am Cat Windass, and welcome to an ABC news special report archologists have found a acent diry apparently written by Antonio, first Emporer of Aust and Boylenta the Emporess.
In a Musiam.
Aecholicists poured over the diy trying to read what it said...
This is the sotory of how Aust was formed by, I Emporer Antonio of Aust. It begins in andother world in a town called pompaii,
Diary PART 1
Antonio came down the marble steps to the atrum at the centre of his house. Avoiding Arbratus, a slave, who was carrying a new wineskin to his farther he headed for the storefront where his family had a shop.
They had come to live here after the great earthquake and had lived here ever since. His farther was serving Julius Corbite when he entered but spotted him out of the corner of his eye calling out, “Antonio, get a glass of Vusvi from the shelf there.” Dutifully Antonio made his way to the shelf and poured sparkling white wine into a crystal glass. As he handed it to his farther there was a earth tremor causing Arbratus to drop the skin he was carrying, wine spilled all over the floor. Antonio’s farther cursed, “Damnation, that was some of my best wine, the gods must be angry. Antonio, take a slave and give some offerings to Jupiter.”
“Yes farther, which slave shall I take shall I take,”
“Any-one you wish, now go!” His farther turned back to the customers as Antonio exited the room.
“Boylenta,” he called, Boylenta was his favourite slave, a girl of his own age, she was resting after a night serving his brothers ‘needs.’ He didn’t care that she needed rest she could do that later he needed her now. “Boylenta!” The slave of Celtic origins scurried out of her quarters, which she shared, with her older sister. She was tall for her age and the dark bags under her eyes stood out against the pale skin. “Yes, master Antonio,” she said, Antonio looked at her taking in her beautiful features. “You are to fetch offerings to the gods and come with me to the temple of Jupiter.”
“Yes, master,” she ran off only to reappear from the kitchens moments later her arms full of fruit.
His farther walked in having left Arbrantus to deal with customers, “Aren’t you gone yet, Lundena!” As the children walked away he handed the slave who had just walked in a bracelet that read ‘From the master to the slave girl.’ She would wear it when she died.
Antonio and Boylenta walked down the road towards the temple of Jupiter. In front of them the mountain Vusuvius rose majestically, smoke bellowing from it’s top as it often did these days. From here they could clearly see the vineyards that made his farther rich. They stopped to gaze adoringly at the gladiators as they practised. Then they continued down the sun beaten stones to the temple where they laid there offerings and began to depart. When there was a loud bang and they were thrown to the floor by a massive earthquake. Boyenta was throne into a column next to Antonio who was unconscious. As he began to awake, she scrabbled over to him her robe slipping. They climbed to their feet along with hundreds of others to stare at the mountain as it issued black smoke and it’s peak seemed to be crowned with fire. A priest ran out of the temple crying that it was a sign. A few fled but most just watched as black specks of rock grew closer and closer. Then as the first stones struck home, there was instant panic as people began to run for shelter, the priest was struck down, with one or two others in mid cry by the rain of rock. Antonio stayed shock still, seeming not to notice as the stones struck him. Boylenta gave up holding onto her robes and, as they fell to the ground she pulled Antonio into cover screaming at him to move, to do something. As the discarded robe began to be covered by stones, her screams and her nakedness seemed to have some effect on him. He sprinted into the cover of the fish market dragging the girl with him. They reached the cover of an alcove by the fish market. In the road, pebbles slowly covered the bodies of the fallen and the fire-mountain kept exploding. Still people ran past covering their heads with pillows and there hands, still the stones fell. “Thanks,” Antonio said once he got his breath back. “You saved my life.” He couldn’t take his eyes off Boylenta’s body. The girl clad only in here undergarments nodded. As time past they, both noticed the rising heat and the girl took off the remnants of her clothing to keep cool. She felt no shame at being naked in front of her master as she had done so at the slave market and last night to his brother. “We’d better move the roof won’t hold out much longer.” She pronounced breaking the silence between them. “Yes, we can go home,” agreed Antonio, “it has a strong roof and my farther will help us.
“No! We’ve got to get out of the city or we’ll die.”
“Your right” Replied the boy who was now overheating but dared not follow the slaves actions as he thought he could not appear naked in front of a mere slave. Leaving the shelter of the alcove, they ran towards the city gates using their bare hands to fend of blows from stones. Finally, they both collapsed in a tavern front. They were bruised and batted, Antonio’s robes were in shreds and Boylentas was exhausted her fair skin covered in blood from numerous cuts and her golden hair darkened by ash. They went into the back room of the tavern and sat on the floor facing each other because the beds contained bodies. “We can’t go on,” Gasped Antonio, he wiped a cut on his lip. “We may as well stay here where it’s safe.”
“But where so close,” Boylenta replied in desperation. “It’s as bad in the country as in Pompeii, at least we have shelter here. It’s dead out there or dead in here.” Antonio told her,
“Yes but…”
“But nothing! It’s over!”
At that moment the 2nd floor of the tavern collapsed under the weight of stones. The ceiling was crushed by the weight of the roof and they had bearly enough room to crawl in. Pebbles began to bounce through holes, they were being gradually buried alive! “Now what do we do.” Boylenta asked “We could pray to your gods or have s…”
Then a hole appeared in the middle of the room. Not a real hole but more of a window or a door to somewhere else. Through it they could see blue sky’s and palm trees with a city rising behind. A old man appeared at the entrance, he gestured at them “Come through quickly,” his voice seemed no more than a hoarse whisper. They crawled through to another world.
They were standing in the middle of a wide beach with a blue sea and a city rising over a forest on the other side. There were no other beings in sight other than the old man who was staring at them, particularly Boylenta. “Yes!” He cried, “Yes! I can’t believe it, IT WORKED!” Antonio stared at the man as he pranced around them, “What worked?” Antonio asked the man as he danced past, the man turned and looked at them, “Of course! You weren’t to know. I have just created a gate between two worlds and brought you from yours to mine. Of course, you must be the fabled two, ‘Two to find them and two to bind them’ and all that. Well I must say you don’t look very capable dressed like that. Especially you young lady, you would look much better in a red skirt with matching top. Yes you do don’t you, or maybe a black hat with a blue Bikini, brings out your eyes, humm. Yes that will fit the bill for now. As for you young m…”
“What do you mean, two to find them and two to bind them? What do you mean about capable? And what’s a bikini?” asked Antonio. “Boylenta’s my slave and I forbid you to take here away or to dress her in anything without my permission.”
“Slave? My dear boy, oh I see the brand” Boylenta’s hand flew to her left breast where a large A had been burned onto her skin at the slave market 3 years ago. “ Well you’ll just have to free her, As for clothes she’s already dressed a far as I can see in bikini and hat.” Antonio stared at Boylenta to see if the old man was right, as far as he could see she was naked. “Well as to me anyway.” The old man continued, “Hi ho, I guess you don’t know the old rhyme foretold by the seer Silius. He’s my cousin by the way comes from a good family of warlocks a bit of a black sheep really, anyway the old rhyme goes.” He closed his eyes and began to chant in a deep voice, the words seemed to fill the air with a magical twinge like the sort of excitement you get when you go down a rollercoster
Treasures stolen, always fair,
Ever mine, hidden where.
One day a boy and girl the republic will see,
They will hold the answer to every mystery.
Two to find them, Two to bind them,
One to snare them, one to dare them,
The world will change because of these three.
So you are the two, I wonder who the one is? Humm, anyway your job is to rescue the treasuries.”
“What treasures?”
“Oh the treasures of the republic of Heaven that were stolen by the gods after the war. The treasures were the crown and sceptre. I suppose you will want to know the story of this world. In 2295 GC (Gods Calendar) We decided we had had enough of kings and gods so we decided to stop believing in them, they declared war on us because they didn’t want to disappear.”
“Didn’t want to disappear?”
“Yes, gods like you and me only exist if someone believes in them. If say I and everyone else who you had ever met believed you didn’t exist then you would disappear. Anyway they didn’t want to disappear so they stole our treasures,” He frowned, “Well that’s the official story anyway. I think you would be better off in a low cut green frock, dear,
“For the last time I’m not wearing anything,” cried Boylenta,
“You are, see, if you can make things disappear you can make things appear on a subject. It is easier to see things in their simplest form, like you do ordinarily. Only a few people have the skill to break through the pane of reality. It’s like painting on wood or metal. Really skilled people called wizards and Warlocks can make these manifest in real life, instead of just seeing them like I did with the hole. However, something as large as that, takes up a lot of energy which is why I can not make things appear on you at this moment. Have a go now.” Boylenta stared at her body taking in its curves and flesh and tried to make a herself clothed in the sort of robe rich woman wear. Slowly it materialised on her body, getting stronger and stronger as though it was a pin trying to burst through a balloon skin and she was driving it through with her mind. It got closer and closer and the strain on her mind was immense. Then BANG! Her mind collapsed as a robe, suddenly appeared on her body. She fell in a heap on the floor. Antonio was having worse luck trying to make a gold crown burst through the reality bubble but the man clapped him on the back anyway, “Amazing, I have never seen such a display from first timers. You are going to be strong amongst the wizards. These are the powers you will need to defeat the gods.”
The man told them, Antonio looked at Boylenta who was climbing to her feet blushing at the praise. He saw that she was dressed in a green robe and thought for a moment about ordering her to take it off because he preferred her naked. However he decided against doing so as it would obviously be inappropriate at this time. The man gestured to
them and began to walk off crying “follow me please.” They followed him towards the city on the horizon.
Boylenta cursed as she slipped on her robe for the 7th time, how did rich women wear these all the time. She was much happier in her slave robe though it was liable to slip and was so low cut it showed off her breasts so all could see her brand. Antonio was tired his feet were sore and cut as he had no shoes and his legs were on the point of collapse. They had been walking all day away from the beautiful beaches and into this land of trees and noise. Where hundreds of frogs filled the air with their crocking and big cats stalked their footsteps. A large, colourful bird flew overhead crying in alarm and still the city did not come any closer. They reached a clearing in the trees and the man went forward and spoke a few words. The rainforest dissolved and was replaced by a thriving metropolis full of carts and playing children. Antonio and Boylenta gaped, their tiredness forgotten. They were stood in a large forum it’s floors were marble and it’s pillars gold. “Where did the rainforest go?” Asked Antonio,
“It was a illusion spell cast by the most powerful warlock of this age Thentus the Terrible our Prime Minister. You can only see through it if you stand in that clearing and know the magic words. Oh and you have to be a grade one wizard.”
“Grade one wizard?” Wondered Boylenta saying her thoughts aloud. They began to move through the forum that in this area was nearly empty except for one man who was dressed in silver and two female servants who were dressed in a blue crop tops and mini-skirts. They were giving him a massage and he waved lazily to the old man as they passed. Slowly the pillars changed colour to silver who’s populace were dressed in bronze robes and there servants in blue. Finally they came to a bronze pillared area it’s was thronging with people dressed in blue robes. The man finally answered Boylentas question as though he had just heard it. “Yes, wizard, I am a grade two warlock, there are four warlocks in the world, of course there’s one grade one warlock, Thentus the Terrible . After that you get wizards in three grades, then the mages who can bearly see beyond the plane of reality. Of course only a a small percent of the populace are wizards and warlocks maybe 1% and maybe 2% are able to see beyond the pane of reality. All of those live in the silver city and the warlocks live in the golden city.” He turned back to the golden pillared section explaining the pillar system as he want. “Each of these sections of the forum are for the different classes of society. Gold is for the warlocks who wear silver robes, we are the ruling class. You get the wizards and mages in the silver city and they wear the bronze robes. The Trymag’s live in the bronze city and they wear the blue robes. You can only enter the section of a lower class group so I can enter the silver and bronze areas while a mage can’t enter the gold area.” Antonio wondered about this, drawing parallels to his own society when he realised a mistake the man had made, “What about the them, sir.” He asked pointing to the people massaging the silver robed man who had waved to them earlier. “Servants, my friend, Servants. Unlike you society we have no slaves but we do have servants. They’re all Trymags of course. You can tell the difference between a servant and a normal Trymag by looking at there clothes. They don’t wear robes but depending on what there masters tell them to wear as long as it’s blue. The woman are usually dressed in Crop-tops and short skirts but I have heard of more extreme cases of them being force to wear Bikinis or worse. I won’t venture into the worse aspects. The men and boys wear trousers or shorts and are bare chested. By the way we haven’t been formally introduced I am Wallace the Warrior.”
“The Warrior?!”
“ Forgive an old man a little vanity. Officially it’s the wanderer I’m a second class warlock. Any your names?”
“Antonio Augustus the 2nd.”
“Boylenta Kelmi. Slave to the Augustus family.”
“Antonio and Boylenta, good names. Now lets leave this place.” He led them to a set of gold plated doors inscribed with Warlocks come, Wizards beware for them the golden city holds no fare. Pushing the doors open they looked upon the fabled city in it’s magnificence. There were four grand 4 story houses covered in gold plating. Marble walkways stretched up to them the only dash of colour in a golden landscape. The great, marble, city, walls were covered in golden statues of animals The guards who patrolled the walls wore iron and platinum armour. There spears were tipped with titanium and there mirrored shields glinted in the sunlight. “Antonio, look” Gasped Boylenta, she had turned and was gazing over the forum itself two storeys high, to look at an immense Marble palace. The building was over eight stories high and the main entrance was on the 3rd floor. Even from that distance, you could see servants and wizards scurrying up and down the marble steps. The entire structure was covered in precious stones and at the top were two curved spiked framing a statue of a cruel looking man.
“Welcome to Gladine mon tyes, The city of gold.” Said Wallace his flaming red robes changing colour to silver. “The home of wizardry on earth. Behind you is the palace of Thentus the Terrible, next to it you have the house of Tental his brother, Silius the seer, then Robles the Rough and after that my house. Come we shall dress you in true wizarding wear.