The Ground shakes

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As in the past the land shows its true face, the wild unpredictable magics that hold the lands together come apart, the weave flowing off in all directions creating such havoc in the lands opening portholes everywhere. Again many find themselves standing where they ought not to be strange beasts appearing from out of no where, in one case taking two young women that were later rescued from the edge of a cliff, the beast being run off, then just vanishing as it had appeared.

One by one the land stealing the poor travelers dropping them into the oblivion of the harsh cold of the mountains, in harsh cold winds and thick heavy snow downfall, that snow plummeted to the lower depths, time and time again, making the trek out for the poor souls long and very difficult.

Whats this Gunderton giants, aren't they a little out of place asked one soul, another quickly agreeing with them. The cold and the insecure grounds leaving them little time to think on this forcing them to move off the side of the mountain.

Further down the mountain, the oddest occurrence as drow appear if from nowhere making way up to the dangerous peaks....the thoughts that must rush though the travelers minds as to why they are here, in the first place , grabbed by the lands as the rest, or some other evil purpose.

Finally the caves that lead out, just a little ways more then they can rest, get out of this godforsaken cold, again this part of the journey not without it's dangers, though they find their way though the dark reaching the other side, almost there... only to step into the coolness of night and find horde of the drow readying to make way threw themselves, off in the distance the ghost ship barely seen covered in the shroud of mists, battle ending the ship again disappearing.
« Last Edit: Jun 3, 2009, 6:07am by DM Misty »

Site Admin Joined: Nov 12, 2009 Posts: 472

Threw the turmoil of the lands , tremors come again and again , the lands becoming unstable with the magic weaves that pass threw them, more and more frequent, more deadly, ground splits, the lands seem to change a little at a time.

The Drow seem to keep much to themselves since the dead of the black Lady , no one really talking about who or how it happened only that she was murdered and that a new Matron has taken her place, her name as with the mysterious Black Lady remains just that, a mystery.

People of the lands with the new developments with the magic weave, settle in expecting the worst, seer's talk about the end of the lands as we know them, of great change for all, talk and rumors going about as to what it all means, priestess's from all' religions pray to their gods for guidance, the city guards stock up on supplies , making the shipping lanes busier then they have been, Domingo's fleet patrolling to keep the peace, the pirates constantly raiding the nearby mainland and islands, taking what they can.

Site Admin Joined: Nov 12, 2009 Posts: 472

The grounds move and shift , more and more the portholes seem to open swallowing up pieces of the lands, the evil taint can be felt by all, fireballs move through the heavens above, land ripped away leaving only the void, Azrak rises from his tomb, the grounds tremble beneath his feet, only he could be to blame, the fires rage up from the grounds beneath, the roars of Battle heard, the screams of those whose lives are lost, all men, women and children, darkness falling on the lands.

A tall figure rises up from among the dead, the blade clutched tightly in his hand, the sounds of thunder with each swing as he wields it at the mighty beast of the Destroyer. For days it seems to last as many more die trying to aid the dark figure, the bodies of the lost one by one piling upon the ones before them. The can hear the horrifying roars that shake the very grounds they walk upon, destruction everywhere, as the minions of Azrak cover the lands, bringing with it only darkness despair then nothing. A wretched roar is heard throughout all the lands as the warrior makes a vicious attack upon the devil god cleaving one of the Destroyer's great horns from the side of his head. The other follows a short time later. With the severance of the horns the already weak god seems to lose what power he had left. The fatal swing of the cursed blade empowered by Ishtuflar severs his head from his body in a great explosion. The Destroyer falls to the ground rolling beneath his weight and size. Darkness and fires come to claim his defeated soul, the silence deafening as the battle suddenly stops as all is covered in pure darkness, the cheers that follow....
Azrak is dead! The tall figure turns, and takes a step to look into the dark soul of his wife's eyes, his tall figure crumbles to the ground broken and exhausted. The petite woman goes to his side wrapping her slender form around him, Everything fades to the darkness as the world ends, the lands fall away from themselves till nothing is left. Total Darkness, the Mists shroud the lands.

The sun appears in the horizon, the dawn of a the new morning as the lands reform themselves, all recreated into the new, its past gone now forever, the present and the past reformed, the memories of what was lost or replaced, with only the future that now awaits them.