45th of Summer 515 AV
early morning
Summer in Riverfall was hot, the scorching heat was made worse by the wet coastal air. Or so that is how the locals put it. Zephari thought of it more as a pleasant warmness that kept the body working nicely. While Zephari found it crazy how much it drove Riverians insane, there was one habit they had that she found enjoyable; walking the beaches. The therapeutic feeling of the warm sand pressing into her feet was incredibly relaxing, and Zephari took to taking bell long walks every other day as the summer progressed.
It was early in the morning on the 45h of summer when Zephari went out of her usual sunrize walk. The sun had just barely slipped over the horizon, so it was still largely dark within the shadows of the cliffs surrounding Riverfall. The air was cool and salty, the coldness would not last much longer as the sun rose, spreading the scorching heat across the beach.
Zephari was walking close to the bottom of one such cliff, gliding her hand along the rock face, letting her fingers feel each and every crack in the wall. She had gotten up early today so that she could get a walk in before heading to the mines. The wind pickup up as it was warmed by the sun glazed rock walls. Taking a deep breath, Zephari started to climb up to a lower ledge on the rock wall, bored with just walking along the cliff wall.
Her arms burned as she hauled herself up onto the small ledge, which was about four feet ride. The surface of it had been worn smooth by the mixture of the wind and crashing waves over the ages, making it a great walking path. The benshira took to a quick pace, covering several hundred feet in a few chimes. being forced to follow along the cliff, which turned inland moving up a small beach canyon, Zephari was startled by what laid at the head of the inlet.
Splintered wood and boxes were strewn about the beach at the head of the small canyon. The only identifiable part was what looked to be a wagon. Now abandoned wagons and shattered wood wasn't entirely uncommon, especially on the coast where such things often washed up from far away lands, but this particular wreck had something far more unusual, and shocking.
Skeletons. Several human skeletons strewn about the wreck. Some where hanging over the side of the cart while one was still actually sort of seated on it. Zephari's face went white with fear at the sight, but that fear was almost instantly burned away by curiosity and adrenaline. She leaped down back onto the white sand, and ran over to the site. She slid to a halt about ten feet from the first skeleton which was in a sitting position against the wagon, almost as if some one had propped it up there.
Zephari careful strafed around the cart, looking for any signs of danger. After not seeing any sign of movement for several seconds, she crept in for a closer look. The shadow receded, shining onto the skeleton. To her great surprise, Zephari was blinded by this, the skeleton reflecting a strong beam of light directly into her eyes. After rubbing her eyes for several seconds she opened them, blinking hard.
"What in Yahal's name are these!?" Zephari screamed, horrified at that she saw. The skeletons were made of pure crystal, reflecting a myriad of different colors. The bones didn't have crystalline lines, but were instead shaped like normal human bones. Zephari fell back onto her hand, and scooted away from them body as fast as she could, almost crap walking/running away.
Her heart pounded as her arms gave way, her back hitting the sand. She could not tear her eyes away from the bright crystal skull sitting on the shoulders of the body. Eventually she was able to for herself to look at the other skeletons, finding all of them to be the same, even the horses where made of solid crystal.
"Who, or what would create such an abomination of Semele's work!" the benshira yelled, her voice squeaking slightly. It seamed Zephari could be skipping work today.
early morning
Summer in Riverfall was hot, the scorching heat was made worse by the wet coastal air. Or so that is how the locals put it. Zephari thought of it more as a pleasant warmness that kept the body working nicely. While Zephari found it crazy how much it drove Riverians insane, there was one habit they had that she found enjoyable; walking the beaches. The therapeutic feeling of the warm sand pressing into her feet was incredibly relaxing, and Zephari took to taking bell long walks every other day as the summer progressed.
It was early in the morning on the 45h of summer when Zephari went out of her usual sunrize walk. The sun had just barely slipped over the horizon, so it was still largely dark within the shadows of the cliffs surrounding Riverfall. The air was cool and salty, the coldness would not last much longer as the sun rose, spreading the scorching heat across the beach.
Zephari was walking close to the bottom of one such cliff, gliding her hand along the rock face, letting her fingers feel each and every crack in the wall. She had gotten up early today so that she could get a walk in before heading to the mines. The wind pickup up as it was warmed by the sun glazed rock walls. Taking a deep breath, Zephari started to climb up to a lower ledge on the rock wall, bored with just walking along the cliff wall.
Her arms burned as she hauled herself up onto the small ledge, which was about four feet ride. The surface of it had been worn smooth by the mixture of the wind and crashing waves over the ages, making it a great walking path. The benshira took to a quick pace, covering several hundred feet in a few chimes. being forced to follow along the cliff, which turned inland moving up a small beach canyon, Zephari was startled by what laid at the head of the inlet.
Splintered wood and boxes were strewn about the beach at the head of the small canyon. The only identifiable part was what looked to be a wagon. Now abandoned wagons and shattered wood wasn't entirely uncommon, especially on the coast where such things often washed up from far away lands, but this particular wreck had something far more unusual, and shocking.
Skeletons. Several human skeletons strewn about the wreck. Some where hanging over the side of the cart while one was still actually sort of seated on it. Zephari's face went white with fear at the sight, but that fear was almost instantly burned away by curiosity and adrenaline. She leaped down back onto the white sand, and ran over to the site. She slid to a halt about ten feet from the first skeleton which was in a sitting position against the wagon, almost as if some one had propped it up there.
Zephari careful strafed around the cart, looking for any signs of danger. After not seeing any sign of movement for several seconds, she crept in for a closer look. The shadow receded, shining onto the skeleton. To her great surprise, Zephari was blinded by this, the skeleton reflecting a strong beam of light directly into her eyes. After rubbing her eyes for several seconds she opened them, blinking hard.
"What in Yahal's name are these!?" Zephari screamed, horrified at that she saw. The skeletons were made of pure crystal, reflecting a myriad of different colors. The bones didn't have crystalline lines, but were instead shaped like normal human bones. Zephari fell back onto her hand, and scooted away from them body as fast as she could, almost crap walking/running away.
Her heart pounded as her arms gave way, her back hitting the sand. She could not tear her eyes away from the bright crystal skull sitting on the shoulders of the body. Eventually she was able to for herself to look at the other skeletons, finding all of them to be the same, even the horses where made of solid crystal.
"Who, or what would create such an abomination of Semele's work!" the benshira yelled, her voice squeaking slightly. It seamed Zephari could be skipping work today.