Evening was falling across the guild. Twilight plunging the sky into deep indigo and mauve, streaked with coral blush and molten hues of orange and gold. As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the waning moon climbed higher in the sky. A crescent of silvery light against the rapidly dimming dusk.
All was calm. The sort of calm that one might sense before a storm. Not a single leaf rustled, nor did any blade of grass sway in the absent wind. The stillness stretched in an awful silence as if the land were holding it's breath.
Long shadows faded into the dark of night, and in an instant is was as if the world exhaled-- a wind swept over the woods, and the sudden harshness of it caused trees to crack and groan in protest as limbs whipped wildly and trunks shuddered down to their roots from the force of it.
The angry wind whistled a piercing cry, as the earth heaved a rolling tremble from the depths. To the north, in the foothills of the mountains, the great shock loosed stone and rocks gave way, thundering down hills.
At first the low and ominous growls were masked by the earsplitting echo of the rockslide. Dust and rubble obscured the sickly glow of magic, as a hole opened in the bowls of a cave, and all manner of nightmare given form began to bleed forth from the underworlds.
All was calm. The sort of calm that one might sense before a storm. Not a single leaf rustled, nor did any blade of grass sway in the absent wind. The stillness stretched in an awful silence as if the land were holding it's breath.
Long shadows faded into the dark of night, and in an instant is was as if the world exhaled-- a wind swept over the woods, and the sudden harshness of it caused trees to crack and groan in protest as limbs whipped wildly and trunks shuddered down to their roots from the force of it.
The angry wind whistled a piercing cry, as the earth heaved a rolling tremble from the depths. To the north, in the foothills of the mountains, the great shock loosed stone and rocks gave way, thundering down hills.
At first the low and ominous growls were masked by the earsplitting echo of the rockslide. Dust and rubble obscured the sickly glow of magic, as a hole opened in the bowls of a cave, and all manner of nightmare given form began to bleed forth from the underworlds.
