The tavern had been around for a long time; longer, some believed, than the two countries that it stood between the borders of. Wars had come and gone, leaders had changed, revolutions had been made, and yet it stood still, unmoving and unchanging, in the middle of everything that went on. Although it would never be acknowledged as more than a waystation by anyone in a position of authority, those that traveled there could not deny that it was a place that had a somewhat unearthly feel to it, different from the attitudes of the countries that it sat between. It was as though it transcended a need to fit in either place, and simply existed as it pleased.
It would be in this place that the story would begin, a fantastical beginning perhaps better suited to a tale of centuries past. Yet it was not that time that it chose for its setting, but rather the one when such fantastical elements had been all but forgotten by the rest of the world. Technology had taken the hold that magic had been all but eliminated from, and with it the thoughts of a world of fantasy had been relegated to little more than legends. Nobody was quite sure when the old ways had diminished to nothing, but it matters little to anyone besides those who wish to chronicle such events.
While it is true that magic still held a place, some of the technological marvels using old elements of magical energy at their core, the systematic dismantling of all organizations and systems of and relying on the schools of magical study had all but been completed by this point in time. With the advent of technology that allowed the common citizen to replicate, or even overshadow, what magic could do, few people wished to rely on the few that could utilize it any longer. The balance of power shifted into the hands of the people, or so it was believed by the vast majority of analysts. Lives became easier, more people had strength, and the world as a whole became more friendly and safe to the common man.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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