Solar Eclipse
81st of Summer 517
14th Bell
The bright orb of Syna was starting to track westward in the sky. Things had been relatively calm since the great storm several days ago. Life had resumed to its normal pace of good living. The season was coming to a close, despite the troubles of the rest of the world; Ravok was poised to turn the page on yet another successful chapter of society, civilization and prosperity.
It was around this time when a shout rang out through the City Center and the bell was rung shortly thereafter. The sun had literally turned black. Now, in some worlds and realms, this was a normal occurrence where the moon blocked the light of the sun from the planet but not on Mizahar. Syna and Leth can never catch one another. No, this was a different type of ordeal.
Rhysol had delighted in the sudden revelry of his people when the massive storm clouds rolled through and blotted out the rest of the sky. His people worshipped him and celebrated which provided ample opportunities to spread his gifts. In that same spirit, the Great Deceiver took hold of his influence which surrounded the floating city and cast a curse of the eyes upon everyone in his realm. Those who have been touched by the god on the nearby lakeshore would also experience the spectacle.
The sun was still there, Syna’s light was unaltered except by those under the sway of the Lord of Evil. Rhysol spread his essence like a filter which turned the golden orb black and sent waves of fiery orange and red light cascading down around it. Day was still bright but in a strange way. The warming affects normally felt were lessened and flowers which only bloomed at night would begin to open.
People flock into the alleys, the canals and the plazas to stare at the sun in its dark glory. Rhysol’s praises are shouted from every corner of the city. The City Guard distributes free lotus wine and cattail juice to all while the Black Sun is out in force to lead prayers, chants and songs in honor of their lord.
Music, art and many other forms of celebration quickly swing with the day’s turn of events though not all are joyous. Ebonstryfe members in plain clothes use the merriment to their advantage and snatch men, women and children for a variety of reasons. Some had prices put on their heads, some were painted as traitors and still others were marked as sound investments for one project or another. Always masters of their crafts, these men and women were nothing more than shadows in the weird light of Rhysol’s trick.
A bell later, the curse is removed from the eyes of those in Ravok but the party does not cease. Fanned by the practiced liturgies of the Black Sun acolytes and agents, Ravokians party well on into the evening and night with tasty eats, strong drink and great company. In times like this where all are equally blessed by the protector of their fair city, commoners and elitists join together to give thanks and celebrate their superiority above the rest of the world. Ravok is paradise and Rhysol is her groom – the black sun sailing overhead is the proof.
14th Bell
The bright orb of Syna was starting to track westward in the sky. Things had been relatively calm since the great storm several days ago. Life had resumed to its normal pace of good living. The season was coming to a close, despite the troubles of the rest of the world; Ravok was poised to turn the page on yet another successful chapter of society, civilization and prosperity.
It was around this time when a shout rang out through the City Center and the bell was rung shortly thereafter. The sun had literally turned black. Now, in some worlds and realms, this was a normal occurrence where the moon blocked the light of the sun from the planet but not on Mizahar. Syna and Leth can never catch one another. No, this was a different type of ordeal.
Rhysol had delighted in the sudden revelry of his people when the massive storm clouds rolled through and blotted out the rest of the sky. His people worshipped him and celebrated which provided ample opportunities to spread his gifts. In that same spirit, the Great Deceiver took hold of his influence which surrounded the floating city and cast a curse of the eyes upon everyone in his realm. Those who have been touched by the god on the nearby lakeshore would also experience the spectacle.
The sun was still there, Syna’s light was unaltered except by those under the sway of the Lord of Evil. Rhysol spread his essence like a filter which turned the golden orb black and sent waves of fiery orange and red light cascading down around it. Day was still bright but in a strange way. The warming affects normally felt were lessened and flowers which only bloomed at night would begin to open.
Iridescent Purple Blooms :
People flock into the alleys, the canals and the plazas to stare at the sun in its dark glory. Rhysol’s praises are shouted from every corner of the city. The City Guard distributes free lotus wine and cattail juice to all while the Black Sun is out in force to lead prayers, chants and songs in honor of their lord.
Music, art and many other forms of celebration quickly swing with the day’s turn of events though not all are joyous. Ebonstryfe members in plain clothes use the merriment to their advantage and snatch men, women and children for a variety of reasons. Some had prices put on their heads, some were painted as traitors and still others were marked as sound investments for one project or another. Always masters of their crafts, these men and women were nothing more than shadows in the weird light of Rhysol’s trick.
A bell later, the curse is removed from the eyes of those in Ravok but the party does not cease. Fanned by the practiced liturgies of the Black Sun acolytes and agents, Ravokians party well on into the evening and night with tasty eats, strong drink and great company. In times like this where all are equally blessed by the protector of their fair city, commoners and elitists join together to give thanks and celebrate their superiority above the rest of the world. Ravok is paradise and Rhysol is her groom – the black sun sailing overhead is the proof.
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