The Legacy
Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 7:22 am
((An open RP for the new language concerning the flight from Gobaith, amongst a few other things for those interested. It tells the story of one of those left behind after the last ships have departed and the strange events that follow. If your character has been stranded and you didn't get a chance to join any of the earlier RPs then you are more than welcome to contribute.))
Escape
The air itself set alight as the Gods reigned down their fury upon Gobaith. Blazing chunks of molten rock seared through the sky and shook the island as they impacted its once green lands. There were few sounds to be heard over the conflagration, the spitting of wood and stone as it fell to ruin, or the cries of a trapped soul desperate for salvation. Six ducked under a falling beam and emerged into the plaza of Trollsbane. The fires raged all around him and he knew that there was little time left before there was nothing but smoldering ash where the town used to reside. He made his way swiftly to the closest gatehouse, but the fires there did not present an exit, so he doubled back. There were others here too, trying to escape the destruction, but they could not keep his pace and he knew the Gods would not show mercy for his kindess. They were left to fend for themselves, he had to get out, to find a way to the harbour and the ships that would lead away from this cursed place. The southern gate was similarly unkind, a large meteor having felled the bridge there, blocking any hope of escape. The northern gate however did have a small passage through the fires, and he slipped quietly from his burning cage into the fields surrounding.
Round to the east he fled, then south and back west, following the path of the river back towards the sea. He kept a steady focused pace that did not betray his fatigue. Rocks still fell from the sky around him with malevolent purpose, but he felt a strange presence guiding him onwards, a boon against the anger the Gods directed at him. The meadows north of the union drifted past with the patter of his feet on scorched earth and he turned towards the bridge there. A smile crept onto his face as he saw it still stood, and his legs were spurred onwards. Then it came, wailing across the sky in a fiery rage and heading straight for the crossing. This was not chance, an unlucky event amidst the chaos of that time, there was purpose to it's path and that purpose was to stop Six ever leaving this place. A wise man would have turned heel and ran, a brave man would have held his ground, but Six was possessed with an odd knowing and he headed ever faster towards the crossing. A strange faith filled him as the falling stone grew ever closer, there were forces here who sought to preserve him, and deny the Gods their vengeance. The patter of his boots changed to a harsh knocking as they contacted the cobbled bridge and he dove forwards with as much effort as he could muster. He grimaced as his face scraped across the dirt on the far side, a cacophony of destruction sounded behind him as the meteor plummeted into the bridge, before he pulled himself to his feet.
There were others at the Harbour, a few refugees and those who had remained to aid them. A mage stood on one of the remaining ships and used his magics to protect them from the deathly rain. Six staggered onto the docks and fell to his knees, a woman rushed to meet him and handed him something to drink. Some men argued behind him about returning to Bane, to help any other survivors. He knew it was foolishness, but they would not heed his warnings. Even if they survived the journey, by the time they had found a route back to the town it would be no more. He was done and he crawled into one of the nearby buildings for some rest. "Wake me should there be need." he offered weakly to the others there before drifting into an uneasy slumber.
Escape
The air itself set alight as the Gods reigned down their fury upon Gobaith. Blazing chunks of molten rock seared through the sky and shook the island as they impacted its once green lands. There were few sounds to be heard over the conflagration, the spitting of wood and stone as it fell to ruin, or the cries of a trapped soul desperate for salvation. Six ducked under a falling beam and emerged into the plaza of Trollsbane. The fires raged all around him and he knew that there was little time left before there was nothing but smoldering ash where the town used to reside. He made his way swiftly to the closest gatehouse, but the fires there did not present an exit, so he doubled back. There were others here too, trying to escape the destruction, but they could not keep his pace and he knew the Gods would not show mercy for his kindess. They were left to fend for themselves, he had to get out, to find a way to the harbour and the ships that would lead away from this cursed place. The southern gate was similarly unkind, a large meteor having felled the bridge there, blocking any hope of escape. The northern gate however did have a small passage through the fires, and he slipped quietly from his burning cage into the fields surrounding.
Round to the east he fled, then south and back west, following the path of the river back towards the sea. He kept a steady focused pace that did not betray his fatigue. Rocks still fell from the sky around him with malevolent purpose, but he felt a strange presence guiding him onwards, a boon against the anger the Gods directed at him. The meadows north of the union drifted past with the patter of his feet on scorched earth and he turned towards the bridge there. A smile crept onto his face as he saw it still stood, and his legs were spurred onwards. Then it came, wailing across the sky in a fiery rage and heading straight for the crossing. This was not chance, an unlucky event amidst the chaos of that time, there was purpose to it's path and that purpose was to stop Six ever leaving this place. A wise man would have turned heel and ran, a brave man would have held his ground, but Six was possessed with an odd knowing and he headed ever faster towards the crossing. A strange faith filled him as the falling stone grew ever closer, there were forces here who sought to preserve him, and deny the Gods their vengeance. The patter of his boots changed to a harsh knocking as they contacted the cobbled bridge and he dove forwards with as much effort as he could muster. He grimaced as his face scraped across the dirt on the far side, a cacophony of destruction sounded behind him as the meteor plummeted into the bridge, before he pulled himself to his feet.
There were others at the Harbour, a few refugees and those who had remained to aid them. A mage stood on one of the remaining ships and used his magics to protect them from the deathly rain. Six staggered onto the docks and fell to his knees, a woman rushed to meet him and handed him something to drink. Some men argued behind him about returning to Bane, to help any other survivors. He knew it was foolishness, but they would not heed his warnings. Even if they survived the journey, by the time they had found a route back to the town it would be no more. He was done and he crawled into one of the nearby buildings for some rest. "Wake me should there be need." he offered weakly to the others there before drifting into an uneasy slumber.