The rains come more often, and fierce gusts tear through the valleys. The rivers start to flood, and crops before thought safe are destroyed in waters that were never before seen...
...But not a cloud in the sky...
Sailors talk of ol' Leviathan, wranglin up the seas, the anger and wrath tearin apart ships that sailed safely through storms for years, waves and bolts of lightning seiging the ships as they travel...
...In broad daylight...
In the forests north of Daris, creatures invisible in the darkness prowl on the people who pass through them...
...except for their shadows, which make the dankest blackness seem bright...
The Weave vibrates, it pulsates, as if it struggles to maintain its natural order... sorcerors across the world keep silent, afraid to speak of a thing they do not understand... the fear of what would happen if the Weave were to be... split...
And the Clerics of the various Temples of Dasar hold meetings within and between them, discussing the vast amount of Divine energy that is being channelled somewhere within Dasaria... amounts before unheard of in their histories... it can be felt, all around them, filling the skies and the air around them with an electric feel that any in the arts of the gods can feel.
Druids in the lands feel drained, the grass and trees looking at their worst despite the amount of rain that falls on the lands. Various animals are crawling to a halt, to slump to the ground, unable to move, never to wake again.
Something is happening... something is wrong... the land is withering away, Nature is striking out...
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Somewhere, a dark man stands over an individual dressed in Cleric's robes, laying motionless on the floor. Five gems rotate slowly in the air above the body, dark power sparking fiercely between them. Four of the stones are easily identifiable, never changing in the hundreds of years that they were hidden at Palemoon. The fifth one, a glowing grey sphere, pulsates in rhythm to the world around it. A beam of tainted light shines upon it from above, bathing the area in a dark glow, concentrating upon the four Pale Moonstones.
"Soon," the dark man says, "the stones will be One Crystal again..." He reaches forwards, and cups his hand around the sphere, the dark energy cascading in and around his hand. Screams of agony and dispair are heard across the room, as if from a speaker who was invisible, yet piercing all the same. Smiling, the man continues. "Good, you still have strength of will within you yet. I won't use you up just yet... You will rest soon, for you'll have one more job to complete..."
Laughing, the man left, letting the grey sphere do its work.
Prelude to an End
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A lone figure bathed in the moon light, stands upon the hill top. He draws in a long deep breath. Go on foolish mortals. Make up your tall tales of beasts from the deep. Tell them sober, tell them drunk, tell them until you are blue, never shall they be true. For when you wake, under the covers I know you still shake.
He turns and walks down the road towards dragons watch. Each step squishing in the mud, each step the river threatens to burst its banks. With but an inkling of my Lords power the very fabric of this world warps. Water falls from a cloudless sky, un-channelled energy bursts into life as flashes of flame and light. Fear has spread across the land, so thick it dances on my tongue!
He walks carefully though dragons watch, although invisible to normal eyes, there was no way to cover his tracks in the water soaked earth. In a broken keep these mortals sleep. All Hero’s, so I hear. I see nothing but snobbish drones. Names long and titles fancy, all full of… self importance. Prey to your lesser Gods, but ignore their teachings, after all you are all important. One by one, those lesser Gods come to my Lord, pleading lessons they need teaching. Pain is the greatest teacher, so it is, on a sea of anguish you all shall learn.
He turns and walks down the road towards dragons watch. Each step squishing in the mud, each step the river threatens to burst its banks. With but an inkling of my Lords power the very fabric of this world warps. Water falls from a cloudless sky, un-channelled energy bursts into life as flashes of flame and light. Fear has spread across the land, so thick it dances on my tongue!
He walks carefully though dragons watch, although invisible to normal eyes, there was no way to cover his tracks in the water soaked earth. In a broken keep these mortals sleep. All Hero’s, so I hear. I see nothing but snobbish drones. Names long and titles fancy, all full of… self importance. Prey to your lesser Gods, but ignore their teachings, after all you are all important. One by one, those lesser Gods come to my Lord, pleading lessons they need teaching. Pain is the greatest teacher, so it is, on a sea of anguish you all shall learn.