All around the town, desperation spreads. Word has reached the city that the demon who terrorized the town is close to his goal...
An old woman sobs: "All hope is gone! No one can save us now!"
An old dwarf shouts: "Arrr, and the best axes are in the hands of the former minions of Darlok. Ye better bring me meh hammer!"
A guard snarls at the gates: "Those traitors of Varshikar! They help the demon digging for the Astral Eye. We should launch a major attack on them."
A young boy giggles to his friend: "I am Graor and you are Ankhar. Wipe my boots and kill some ants!"
A man carries a post around. It reads: "The end is near!"
Verzweiflung / Desperation
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Delakaniam
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Sometime during the course of the day, a few deep and resonant rumbles sound through the air and the ground, startling the birds from their perches and causing the townsfolk to look up from their work. All else remains in an uneasy silence during and a little while after the distant rumblings...
A few who are outside the city who do not have their views blocked by walls or trees may chance to look towards the distant desert during a particularly noticeable boom. A small fire flicker shoots up towards the cloudy sky, the realization of the flame pillar's massive size is slowly realized as the distance is considered.
It vanishes in a matter of minutes, but a certain apprehension lingers in the atmosphere after its disappearance.
A few who are outside the city who do not have their views blocked by walls or trees may chance to look towards the distant desert during a particularly noticeable boom. A small fire flicker shoots up towards the cloudy sky, the realization of the flame pillar's massive size is slowly realized as the distance is considered.
It vanishes in a matter of minutes, but a certain apprehension lingers in the atmosphere after its disappearance.
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Moirear Sian
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Sian stood in the inner courtyard of Eliza's shop, and the wicked laughter of the demonkin echoed in his mind. It grew in volume, mocking him, but it was only a reminder, welling up in his head like a body of water threatening to drain over the edge. Driving him mad.
His gauntlet clenched violently around the parchment he had held in his hand, a message from the plane of darkness itself.
His furious cry of anger pierced the quiet, deceptive serenity within the shop, and the light halberd Pendar had given him the day before flared up glistening in the daylight like his brand-new shining breastplate. In less than a split-second, it had howled down and divided some cobblestone ground, throwing up a cloud of dust and debris, and he was hunched from the brutal swing of the weapon. His body cried out inwardly with fresh wounds that opened again, causing some bandages spread over his body to slowly turn red in a dark shade.
The single icy blue eye of his that was not bandaged up was glaring in what seemed to be pure hatred, although he stared blankly into nothing.
"Is this really that funny, Ankhar?!" he sneered madly, face contorting in boundless rage, almost as if talking to himself.
His gauntlet clenched violently around the parchment he had held in his hand, a message from the plane of darkness itself.
His furious cry of anger pierced the quiet, deceptive serenity within the shop, and the light halberd Pendar had given him the day before flared up glistening in the daylight like his brand-new shining breastplate. In less than a split-second, it had howled down and divided some cobblestone ground, throwing up a cloud of dust and debris, and he was hunched from the brutal swing of the weapon. His body cried out inwardly with fresh wounds that opened again, causing some bandages spread over his body to slowly turn red in a dark shade.
The single icy blue eye of his that was not bandaged up was glaring in what seemed to be pure hatred, although he stared blankly into nothing.
"Is this really that funny, Ankhar?!" he sneered madly, face contorting in boundless rage, almost as if talking to himself.