Darkness dwells low over the Port, though the day is not yet past.
A troubled wind frets at the docks, tugging at the sails of the ships even as the waters below are dashed against lines of stern and bow, salt and spray and cold swept protesting into the air. The last of the gulls beat their wings, screeching, as they labour into the skies, battling furiously against the rising gale.
Of the city behind, it seems that only ghosts now reside. Clouds, black and sulphurous, prowl the western horizon, while at the windows the muted glow of countless candles quails as one at the behest of oncoming storm.
Even revelries of the inn seem somehow diminished, the few remaining drunkards staggering uneasily back to their homes through cobbled streets heavy with sea mist, dipping and twisting in currents and eddies, ribbons, rivulets writhing, swirling - darting this way and that with every twist and turn of the of the wind.
Suddenly your gaze is snatched upwards, searching the peak of the horizon as something fractures the blackness there. A sudden flash of amber, a sudden leap of flame.
The beacon is lit, and there is only one thing it can mean...
OOC: Remember to send any and all investigation to @Faelin and @Michcat !
Expect Destruction
A troubled wind frets at the docks, tugging at the sails of the ships even as the waters below are dashed against lines of stern and bow, salt and spray and cold swept protesting into the air. The last of the gulls beat their wings, screeching, as they labour into the skies, battling furiously against the rising gale.
Of the city behind, it seems that only ghosts now reside. Clouds, black and sulphurous, prowl the western horizon, while at the windows the muted glow of countless candles quails as one at the behest of oncoming storm.
Even revelries of the inn seem somehow diminished, the few remaining drunkards staggering uneasily back to their homes through cobbled streets heavy with sea mist, dipping and twisting in currents and eddies, ribbons, rivulets writhing, swirling - darting this way and that with every twist and turn of the of the wind.
Suddenly your gaze is snatched upwards, searching the peak of the horizon as something fractures the blackness there. A sudden flash of amber, a sudden leap of flame.
The beacon is lit, and there is only one thing it can mean...
OOC: Remember to send any and all investigation to @Faelin and @Michcat !
Expect Destruction
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