Calamity

Crystal Scribe Hadrael inspected the wagons of tribute. Various ores, rare woods and magical sands. All specially-requested and to be ferried to Thul, then airshipped to the northern region of Atlantis near Dol Ethra. “70 obsidian marks,” the old toothless merchant said. “Order’s fulfilled. I’ll take my payment now.” “Of course,” Hadrael said. He reached for his satchel. It was light — he might be short — but if he was…...

Chal spit ash and poison. Swarms of speckled dots of abyss rained on him from above and scorched him in dark. “This is it, my end,” he thought. He was a knight of Lostria returning home, to his wife, to his son. Chal saw the city burn in pillars of churning shadows, its citizens turned to husks all around him. Every step he took closer to his home made the painful shadow winds more intense....