The city of Orario. The centre of the world, where people of all races and ages flocked to achieve their dreams and desires.
The reason why it was called so was due to it being built upon a dungeon filled with endless monstrosities that it spawned all the time. This problem was what threatened all life on the surface.
This caused the Gods from ten to decent and gave mortals their blessing to help fight the monster back.
With the help of the gods, the mortals were finally able to fight back the monsters and built a tower above it and called it 'Babel'.
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Here the Bell crane stood at the centre of Orario and gazed upon the tall tower that reached the very skies.
Sitting on a bench Bell looked around and saw countless people not only humans but elves, dwarves, Amazon and more. Some wore normal day-to-day clothes while most wore armour and robes carrying weapons and giant bags ready to dive into the dungeon.
As the sun was setting Bell sat there and thought about the journey he made to get to Orario. Ever since he was a kid the only family he knew was his grandfather.
His Grandfather was also the one who had mentioned adventurers to him. He was always telling Bell stories about the heroes and his party who went on epic adventures to fight against evil. Be they a tyrant king or a monster.
And yet Bell was only ever fascinated by the magic that the great and powerful mages used. He was always trying to figure out how magic was used or trying to mimic them in hopes that he would acquire magic like the mages in the stories.
It wasn't to say that Bell hated to didn't appreciate the heroes or his grandfather but he was mostly interested in the magic.
So after his grandfather passed away Bell sold everything he didn't need and set off to Orario from his small village to accomplish his dream of becoming a great mag, he was embarrassed to admit it but he also wanted to pick up girls in the dungeon.
So with a deep breath, Bell stood up ready to head to an inn and look for a familia tomorrow when suddenly he bumped into someone which ended in both him and the person falling to the ground.
"Sorry about that," Bell quickly apologized as he scrambled to his feet, extending a hand to the person he had bumped into.
"It's fine," the person replied, taking Bell's hand and standing up. Bell blinked, taking in the person's appearance. It was a women, a beautiful and petite women with a youthful appearance. She had blue eyes and mid-thigh length black hair. Her hair consisted of a white mini dress and white gloves. She had a warmth aura around her that reminded bell of his home.
Bell felt his face grow warm as he realized he was staring. "Um, sorry again," he stammered, taking a step back. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
The Young women smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's no problem," she said. "I'm used to people staring. My name's Hestia."
"I'm Bell," he said, still feeling a bit flustered. "Bell Cranel."
"Pleasure to meet you, Bell," Hestia said, giving him a small bow. "Are you new to Orario?"
Bell nodded. "Yeah, I just got here today. I'm looking for a familia to join."
Hestia's eyes brightened. "Oh, that's wonderful! You're looking to become an adventurer, then?"
Bell nodded again, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of finally beginning his journey as a mage. "Yes, I've always wanted to be an adventurer."
Hestia smiled at him again. "Well, you're in the right place. Orario is the best place in the world to become an adventurer. There are so many familia here, all with different goals and personalities. I'm actually the goddess of a familia myself."
Bell's eyes widened. "A goddess?"
Hestia nodded her smile increaseing. "Yes, I'm a member of the Hestia Familia. And I am looking for my first member."
Bell's heart leapt at the idea of joining a familia. "That sounds amazing. How do I join?"
Hestia explained the process to him, and Bell listened eagerly. He couldn't believe his luck, stumbling upon a goddess and a potential familia on his very first day in Orario.
As they walked and talked, Bell learned more about Hestia and her familia. Hestia was kind and easy to talk to. As they reached a library Miss Hestia asked the librarian for a private room.
As we were lead to a private room Goddess Hestia "So bell take your Shirt of so I can give you my falna."
Bell felt his heart race at the. He had heard stories of adventurers who had been blessed by the gods, and he couldn't believe he was also going to be blessed.
As he sat on the chair Goddess Hestia began to give me her falna.
After a while Goddess Hestia broke the silence "Here you go bell." As she handed me a piece of paper which had koine written upon it.
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Name : Bell
Level : 1
Strength : I00
Defence : I00
Dexterity : I00
Agility : I00
Magic : I00
Spell
Divine judgement : Wide area bombardment
Oh lord of lightning and thunder I beseech thee.
Hear my prayer and Guide thy lightning.
Descend like thunder.
Pirce those who stand in my way.
Divine judgement
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Skills
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As bell held the piece of the paper with the biggest grin he looked at it over and over again to make sure that he wasn't dreaming he even pinched himself.
Hestia smiled warmly at Bell as he walked into the home they shared. "Congratulations, Bell!. You've gained a falna!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with pride.
Bell beamed with excitement, feeling his chest swell with pride at his goddess's praise. "Thank you, Goddess."
As Goddess looked at bell she spoke again " You know I didn't know that humans could get magic from the beginning, you must be very lucky."
Bell nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with determination. "I won't let you down, Goddess. I'll do my best to be a Good adventurer."
Finishing all the things Goddess Hestia lead him to Their new home.
As Bell approached the small church, he notice its dilapidated state. The once white-painted walls are now a faded shade of gray, covered in patches of peeling paint. The roof tiles are old and cracked, with some missing or visibly displaced, allowing for rainwater to seep through. The church's steeple is missing its spire, leaving behind a gaping hole that exposes the interior of the tower.
As he entered the church, the smell of dampness and mustiness filled his nostrils. The pews are worn, with some missing or broken, and covered in a layer of dust. The stained glass windows are cracked, and many of the panes have fallen out, leaving behind empty spaces in the frames. The altar is chipped and stained, with a faded cloth covering it. The few candles that still stand on the altar are melted and blackened.
The walls are adorned with old paintings and icons, many of which have faded with time and are barely recognizable. The wooden beams that support the ceiling are visibly warped and damaged, some even showing signs of rot.
Despite its current state, the church holds a certain charm and history that is palpable. He could imagine the devout worshippers that once filled the pews, the harmonious melodies that echoed through the halls, and the sense of community that was fostered within its walls.