Winter comes to Aegis

Icehold Narrator · Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 4:40 pm Post subject: Winter comes to Aegis

As night lay over the city, the winds seem to spring from nowhere, where once a clear, cloudless sky was to be seen, dark clouds gather almost instantly, the temperature dropping so drastically that water freezes in seconds, and stones and glass crak with the bitter bite of a winter wind the likes Aegis has never seen. Snow begins to fall, despite the bitterness of the air, forcing the guards to seek cover in the safety of their shelters, the peasants lighting fires and huddling together to ward off an unexpected chill.

The entire event lasts only a matter of minutes, and at the end many of the weak and elderly are found dead in their beds from cold.

Mordecai · Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:35 am Post subject:

--She was still awake and reading a very interesting book when the chill hit. Her body didn't know how to react at first it came so suddenly. Her book dropped to the floor and she rushed for the nearest blanket once her body got the hint.--

Agh! It's so cooooooold!

--Hilda nearly shivered to death if it wasn't for her lighting a fire and huddling close to it. But then it seemed to end.--

What the... what's going on..?

Kharne · Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 3:25 am Post subject:

Kharne had been stood silently on the roof, as was his habit, his eyes closed as he "listened" to the world. Then the winds hit Salarain.
He staggered forwards suddenly, his hand resting on the battlements as guards ran for cover. He blinked in surprise and then spat his disgust, he could handle the cold but still hated it. There was more though. He turned his gaze in the vague direction of Icehold sensing the power there.
Then it was over, the temperature returning to something more normal for this time of year in Aegis. Kharne made his way down into the keep, wondering what the damage to the populace would be. A stinging sensation on the back of his left hand brought him up short, however, and he stood upon a staircase staring at a deep cut running from his thumb to between his middle fingers. It was closing quickly, even as he glanced back to see what he'd caught his hand on. Nothing. He continued on his way, troubled by the events this night, fresh blood running down the now smooth hand.
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