The town was called Aborline. The sea breeze sifted through the air, carrying the smells of the ocean and more profoundly that of fish from the bustling market. The streets were alive with many people, half-ling and human though other races could be spotted in the mix as well. The only odd occurrence was the vast amount of troops making their way through. Supplies and troops were on a constant flow towards the country to the north, but it mattered little to the folk of this coastal town, which boomed from the overflow of people.<br/><br/>In recent days they had found a lull in shipments however and rumors could be heard throughout the town about the war in their northern borders. Equal parts victory and defeat, one couldn't get the same answer twice asking around, but one truth ringed through them all. Return caravans from the north was a rarity, and troops heading there slowed to a crawl. There was but a single wagon heading north on this day even, and it carried not soldiers, but freelancers looking for what glory they could find in the great dragon war.<br/><br/>Kaito Ishida, a human from Minst was one of those eager to see the war firsthand. A staff firm in hand, the lad looked towards the north with a grin, waiting for the adventures that were sure to be in store for the group.<br/><br/>Likewise, but standing out quite a bit more than the shorter male, Taliha Stormstrum, a human woman, sat atop her mighty bull ox and rode alongside the wagon filled with goods for the war effort. Her confidence was palpable to those around her, and it would serve well in the hardships that would soon come.<br/><br/>One unexpected, and frowned upon by many, inclusion to this group would be the elf, Veri. She hid nothing of her heritage and the driver of the wagon said nothing of it. Disgust obvious on his face of having to travel with one of her kind.<br/><br/>Julius Hector and Magnes Svärdsmede rounded out the last of their party into the North, the former wielding strong looking arms, armor, and a hefty dose of optimism, and the latter standing out with her odd hair color and fur cloth-wear.<br/><br/>These five and the driver set out soon from the port city of Aborline and headed North together towards Shoven, where the ancient war of dragons waged on. Their differing purposes bringing them together as one for a journey that could very well shape the future of all Hyperion.