Ciruin Trembles...
Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 8:25 pm
Deep beneath the surface of Ciruin, magic begins to well up and pulse outward in random waves that cause parts of the continent to begin shaking violently. These pulsing quakes are far more violent in some places while others feel barely even a light tremor...
In the North...
With a sigh Ayame stares up at the night sky. Beneath her boot-clad feet the ground trembles and rocks and stones skitter past her down the rocky path. She begins to rethink her plan for traveling north to Drelvar, the grand city of the Dwarves. Turning, her decision made, she heads back towards Turenyara to await the time when the ground stops trembling and travel is safer.
In the South...
He glares out across the drifting sand, finding it difficult to get enough purchase to stay standing. There was prey to be tracked, hunted, and slaughtered. But his feet could barely get purchase on the hard-packed ground due to the shaking going on. It was almost as though the world were being reformed, the land shifting and realigning beneath his feet. With a soft yet fervent curse Sage turns and travels to the closer Canopia City and settles into the tavern there with the rest of the adventurers that couldn’t travel, train, or even budge from the city without encountering the shifting of the world around them.
In the East…
Cookie continued to train against all sorts of creatures that lurked along the King’s Road. While she took an equal beating to the one that she gave out. Every so often she would feel a tremor and it would cause her strike to miss, or fall short, but mostly she simply continued to keep the road cleared out of enemies to the kingdom.
In the West…
Nitehawk skittered and then fell over, landing hard on his side as the world began to shift beneath his feet. It took him a moment to return to an upright position, standing and he had to grab onto a tree in order to stay upright. The quake subsided temporarily and he made a mad dash for the Outpost, settling in there where it was at least somewhat safe. When it began again he helped the shopkeeper keep the various wares on the many shelves around the room and in the camp the logger’s cursing drifted in through the violently swaying door.
~Fin~
~Disclaimer. Names are used with the express permission of their owners. ~
In the North...
With a sigh Ayame stares up at the night sky. Beneath her boot-clad feet the ground trembles and rocks and stones skitter past her down the rocky path. She begins to rethink her plan for traveling north to Drelvar, the grand city of the Dwarves. Turning, her decision made, she heads back towards Turenyara to await the time when the ground stops trembling and travel is safer.
In the South...
He glares out across the drifting sand, finding it difficult to get enough purchase to stay standing. There was prey to be tracked, hunted, and slaughtered. But his feet could barely get purchase on the hard-packed ground due to the shaking going on. It was almost as though the world were being reformed, the land shifting and realigning beneath his feet. With a soft yet fervent curse Sage turns and travels to the closer Canopia City and settles into the tavern there with the rest of the adventurers that couldn’t travel, train, or even budge from the city without encountering the shifting of the world around them.
In the East…
Cookie continued to train against all sorts of creatures that lurked along the King’s Road. While she took an equal beating to the one that she gave out. Every so often she would feel a tremor and it would cause her strike to miss, or fall short, but mostly she simply continued to keep the road cleared out of enemies to the kingdom.
In the West…
Nitehawk skittered and then fell over, landing hard on his side as the world began to shift beneath his feet. It took him a moment to return to an upright position, standing and he had to grab onto a tree in order to stay upright. The quake subsided temporarily and he made a mad dash for the Outpost, settling in there where it was at least somewhat safe. When it began again he helped the shopkeeper keep the various wares on the many shelves around the room and in the camp the logger’s cursing drifted in through the violently swaying door.
~Fin~
~Disclaimer. Names are used with the express permission of their owners. ~