Timestamp: 2nd of Fall, 514 AV
There was something missing. Shane stumbled forward into his home. He barely made it the couple of steps toward his bed before collapsing upon it. For all the paleness in his face he might have died and come back as a ghost, alas that was not the fate the Gods had in storm for him this day. He was one of a few. . Earlier that day the stars had shattered spreading pain and destruction in every which way. Shane hadn't been there. He had only heard the rumours. Dark, ever changing rumours that failed to stay with any one truth for longer than one sitting. As very point of fact Shane had once heard a man stop his tale halfway through and start again with very different lies in the one sitting. There was only one theme that seemed to stick. Rhysol was angry, angry at what people only guessed, and he was angry at them. Their Knights bore Sylir's, Rhysol's greatest rival, name and were a very model of everything Rhysol wished to destroy in the world. Some folk said it had been his followers and their dark magics; others believed the God himself or one of his fearsome Champions had taken to the task. In any case the message seemed clear; he was coming for them.
At least this was what Shane had heard. He hadn't been present. He was ashamed to know that after the first bang, which he had heard all the way inside his business, he had hid under his desk. After hearing several other sounds which he hoped one day to forget he had continued to stay there. Once a person had opened his door, probably to ask for help, and Shane remained quiet not daring to even take a breath. The person, whether friend or foe, saw no one and closed the door again. Only later did Shane realise he was probably going around looking for reinforcements to help save people or put out fires. Everything was there then. Nothing was missing. Shane did not leave his business until most of the commotion had died down. When he did he found the corridor outside his business quite empty and unaffected. He had smiled and exited on to the streets. The smile had soon been wiped when he had seen the devastation. Buildings were still on fire, had collapsed or were both on fire and collapsing at that very moment. People were moving about very quickly tending to various projects. Other people were lying or sitting on the ground either seriously wounded or in shock. Then there were a few like him who were simply standing and staring. Those few people who had fooled themselves into thinking that everything was safe behind those big stone walls. That the highly armoured pinheads with the swords could protect them. Wasn't that what civilisation was all about? Banding together for protection?
How could their protectors let this happen?
There was something missing. Shane stumbled forward into his home. He barely made it the couple of steps toward his bed before collapsing upon it. For all the paleness in his face he might have died and come back as a ghost, alas that was not the fate the Gods had in storm for him this day. He was one of a few. . Earlier that day the stars had shattered spreading pain and destruction in every which way. Shane hadn't been there. He had only heard the rumours. Dark, ever changing rumours that failed to stay with any one truth for longer than one sitting. As very point of fact Shane had once heard a man stop his tale halfway through and start again with very different lies in the one sitting. There was only one theme that seemed to stick. Rhysol was angry, angry at what people only guessed, and he was angry at them. Their Knights bore Sylir's, Rhysol's greatest rival, name and were a very model of everything Rhysol wished to destroy in the world. Some folk said it had been his followers and their dark magics; others believed the God himself or one of his fearsome Champions had taken to the task. In any case the message seemed clear; he was coming for them.
At least this was what Shane had heard. He hadn't been present. He was ashamed to know that after the first bang, which he had heard all the way inside his business, he had hid under his desk. After hearing several other sounds which he hoped one day to forget he had continued to stay there. Once a person had opened his door, probably to ask for help, and Shane remained quiet not daring to even take a breath. The person, whether friend or foe, saw no one and closed the door again. Only later did Shane realise he was probably going around looking for reinforcements to help save people or put out fires. Everything was there then. Nothing was missing. Shane did not leave his business until most of the commotion had died down. When he did he found the corridor outside his business quite empty and unaffected. He had smiled and exited on to the streets. The smile had soon been wiped when he had seen the devastation. Buildings were still on fire, had collapsed or were both on fire and collapsing at that very moment. People were moving about very quickly tending to various projects. Other people were lying or sitting on the ground either seriously wounded or in shock. Then there were a few like him who were simply standing and staring. Those few people who had fooled themselves into thinking that everything was safe behind those big stone walls. That the highly armoured pinheads with the swords could protect them. Wasn't that what civilisation was all about? Banding together for protection?
How could their protectors let this happen?
