Holy shit and the divines under the earth and the heaven above. I truly did not expect any of these. Really. I just can’t. Oh my god!
You see, I expected this world to be made like our own. I thought magic and monsters is where the line would be drawn between my previous world and this one. But this, this is entirely else.
“What did you expect to see, Jon? Waters separating lands?” Aylwin said with jerky in his mouth. As much as he loved using the ‘Farkas’ face, he decided to be a female with overflowing golden locks today.
“Well, yeah. That’s how continents are separated in my world. Oceans made up of saltwater separate lands. The largest ocean covers half my entire world.”
“Saltwater?” Carim asked. “Your waters have salt?”
I nodded. “Where else do you get your salt?”
“We mine it in the mountains where water dried up.”
Cordova is a harbor city on the side of this massive floating continent. There’s no saltwater sea but there’s a sky stretching for kilometers and ending with another large continent in the furthest distance. Carim pointed out that Almaria would be on the other side of the Aquilus sea and it’d take us at least two weeks to reach the other end.
“What happens if you fall down there?”
“You die,” Aylwin replied, “I can’t imagine you surviving a fall like that.”
Well, what he said is true. “What I mean is, what is down there?”
“There are continents below our own and that’s where the other humanoid races live. Like the elves and orcs. Humans can’t survive down there unless you trained your mana core to withstand the mana pressure.” Carim explained. “Haafgar took a mission in Oriande once and said that he’d burst if he took a fart.”
“It’s true Jon. You’d pop like a tick. Like, BOOM! Just like that.”
“Saddle up laddies, we’re entering Cordova.”
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The passage in the city costs 2 gold for every head. Aylwin managed to lower the price to 10 silver by flirting with one of the gate guards.
“I don’t recognize their colors Carim,” Queen Frigga’s Army’s coat is colored blue upon silver. Almaria is gold and red while Arslan’s is pale brown. The Cordovan guard wore differing coats between one another. The gate garrison looks so colorful that it’s sure to put an LGBT Parade to shame.
“Cordova is owned by no one but themselves. A governor manages the city but it’s an elected position, unlike the other kingdoms. Last I’ve been here, a fat governor named McCree leads the place. I don’t know who’s the governor now.”
We stopped for an inn and rested our sore asses. With our gears safely in place, Carim excused himself to the docks to meet with an old friend who will take us across the Aquilus sea. We could come with him but he decided to leave the suggestion to us.