Hopes rise.
May 23, 2014 3:35:03 GMT
Post by Ace on May 23, 2014 3:35:03 GMT
The storm dropped shortly after the sun did. Boiling black clouds filled the horizon and then they cast their shadows over the landscape of Doltanbran itself.
It brought with it slabs of ice that fell from the sky the size of platinum pieced and bigger. They soon filled the alleys and made it look like winter in mid spring. And something else... Illuminated by lightning flashes, witnesses claimed it look like a slender finger from a great black god, that twisted and writhed and brought intense winds with it.
Most of the buildings made of brick still stood solidly but the tiles that made up their roofs became deadly projectiles. Those of thatch simply blew away, as if a hand brushed them aside like they were nothing. Windows shattered. Doors, even barred ones, were ripped off their hinges. Most candles were blown out but lanterns kindles fires, however the rains that followed the worst of the storm were a blessing and soon reduced them to smoking ruins..
Most folks took shelter in root cellers and basements. Some did not live to tell the tale. People in the Shanties and Hive made up most of the casualties, but even the grandest houses took minor damage.
In the aftermath folks wandered the streets filled with hail and debree in shock. The storm passed by leaving leaving confusion that might turn to panic in it's wake. But a different sort of cry shook the heavens - Griffons, their knights warhammers or swords held aloft glowing with golden radiance.
They brought Surielite Deacons with them. One of them, the Head Knight was the first to land and proclaimed the Blind Gargoyal the first Relief Station. Angelica's assistant from the Capital, Katharina Telaval was already trying to arrange a ferry of needed things like blankets and food.
Angelica brought Bren of Elynir with her because of his sharp half-orcan eyes to do a fly over of the damage.
They landed amid a wide boulevard where was a large group of people gathered and numerous cries were heard. A man was trapped under a cart made to haul heavy materials for the roads being built. Bren became a hero by lifting it just enough for folks to pull him out for Angelica to heal him.
One griffon equaled a dozen troops. People had seen after the great multi day storm that flooded the Don river that a pair of griffons could occomplish incredible things. Many owed their lives to Sir Galadorn and his squire Angelica, working with nets and ropes to rob the waters of it victims, lifting whole families to safety from roofs and trees.
Three griffons, Angelica Sir Porl and Dame Clare, were capable of lifting collapsed structures with ropes tied at stratigic points. Angelica's friend, the dwarven engineer that had blue printed the Complex gave his council and many trapped in their fallen homes were freed that way.
The Sisters of Infinate Mercy moved to the Relief Centers before sunrise. One in the Shanty area, one near the Hive and in a sturdy building along the boulevard. Protected by Sworn Shields they brought healing, blankets and shelter by tents till the homes could be restored. Most of all they brought their hope.
As one of the hymms of Suriel states, 'Hopes rise when griffons take to skies.'
It brought with it slabs of ice that fell from the sky the size of platinum pieced and bigger. They soon filled the alleys and made it look like winter in mid spring. And something else... Illuminated by lightning flashes, witnesses claimed it look like a slender finger from a great black god, that twisted and writhed and brought intense winds with it.
Most of the buildings made of brick still stood solidly but the tiles that made up their roofs became deadly projectiles. Those of thatch simply blew away, as if a hand brushed them aside like they were nothing. Windows shattered. Doors, even barred ones, were ripped off their hinges. Most candles were blown out but lanterns kindles fires, however the rains that followed the worst of the storm were a blessing and soon reduced them to smoking ruins..
Most folks took shelter in root cellers and basements. Some did not live to tell the tale. People in the Shanties and Hive made up most of the casualties, but even the grandest houses took minor damage.
In the aftermath folks wandered the streets filled with hail and debree in shock. The storm passed by leaving leaving confusion that might turn to panic in it's wake. But a different sort of cry shook the heavens - Griffons, their knights warhammers or swords held aloft glowing with golden radiance.
They brought Surielite Deacons with them. One of them, the Head Knight was the first to land and proclaimed the Blind Gargoyal the first Relief Station. Angelica's assistant from the Capital, Katharina Telaval was already trying to arrange a ferry of needed things like blankets and food.
Angelica brought Bren of Elynir with her because of his sharp half-orcan eyes to do a fly over of the damage.
They landed amid a wide boulevard where was a large group of people gathered and numerous cries were heard. A man was trapped under a cart made to haul heavy materials for the roads being built. Bren became a hero by lifting it just enough for folks to pull him out for Angelica to heal him.
One griffon equaled a dozen troops. People had seen after the great multi day storm that flooded the Don river that a pair of griffons could occomplish incredible things. Many owed their lives to Sir Galadorn and his squire Angelica, working with nets and ropes to rob the waters of it victims, lifting whole families to safety from roofs and trees.
Three griffons, Angelica Sir Porl and Dame Clare, were capable of lifting collapsed structures with ropes tied at stratigic points. Angelica's friend, the dwarven engineer that had blue printed the Complex gave his council and many trapped in their fallen homes were freed that way.
The Sisters of Infinate Mercy moved to the Relief Centers before sunrise. One in the Shanty area, one near the Hive and in a sturdy building along the boulevard. Protected by Sworn Shields they brought healing, blankets and shelter by tents till the homes could be restored. Most of all they brought their hope.
As one of the hymms of Suriel states, 'Hopes rise when griffons take to skies.'
