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| Game Master | Mar 18 2013, 10:31 PM Post #1 |
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It had been a cold autumn, which was not to the benefit of the harvest. Already, there was frost on the wilting grass every morning. For highlanders who breed sturdy livestock, however, a cold autumn mostly meant wearing warmer clothes and chopping more firewood to prepare for winter. It was just a general feeling of unrest that had been draped like a smothering blanket over the whole village of late. Things were afoot, one could feel it, although some more keenly than others. It was like waiting for a storm. And of course, on the last day of autumn, it came. There was probably no one, whether safely tucked into their bed or out prowling, who missed the terrible, blood chilling howl coming from the west. It sounded like no man, nor animal, nor could anyone imagine what was capable of making a noise that loud, for one could hear it, even as it was screetching, that it was approaching the village, and fast. For those who looked up at the sky at that moment, rather than hiding underneath their beds, what could only be described as a black whirlwind swept past the village, tearing down everything in its past, leaving a trail of desctruction. Fortunately, it was not headed towards the village. It was headed for the mountains. Where the whirlwind had swept past, it had left nothing alive. Every plant and animal - and one villager, a young shepherd named Dag - dead, although they had sustained no visible damage. It was as though their hearts had just suddenly given out and even the sturdiest of bushes, that would normally retain their green leaves all winter, had taken a shock of cold and wilted overnight. |
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| Doru | Mar 27 2013, 07:11 PM Post #2 |
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Doru was trudging toward Road's End when the screeching came, and he threw himself sideways into the roadside ditch almost before he knew the reason why. Landing on one hand and both feet, he launched his body forward in a quick arc and took shelter under the dubious protection of a bush that had overgrown the edge. Whatever that was, the bow on his back would not hurt it, nor the wolfskin cloak he wore defend him from it, so he hid, and saw the swath of destruction cut up into the mountains from underneath the evergreen branches. "Daak," he swore, awed and disgusted, and clambered back up to the road. Carefully, he scraped the slippery autumn mud from his boots, and started to jog toward the village. He went slowly at first, then as some thought struck him started to run outright, sprinting toward the gate and the people within. |
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| Game Master | Mar 31 2013, 02:43 AM Post #3 |
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Inside the village, dogs were barking, children were crying and people were running around randomly, shouting at each other. Some were merely trying to find out if anyone in their family was hurt, some were wondering what it was, the thing that had just passed. Some few were in panic, talking about finding shelter. One elderly woman stood alone, in the middle of the town square, hands at her hips, staring quietly up at the mountains, the direction in which the tornado had disappeared, a grim expression on her face. |
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