The Dread Mists of Frost
53rd of Frost, 120 Steel
Clouds rolled throughout the night sky as the heavens were blotted out by their darkened masses, the coldest part of Frost certainly looming overhead to blanket the Jewel of Karnor with a crisp bite within the frigid air. The Sky Guard patrols continued their routes as planned, with nary a hindrance to stall the effort throughout the later parts of the night. "Gods I hate winter..." Lewin who was a fellow member remarked with a brush over the chainmail of his arms, the knife-eared Siltori looking to his companion Carver as he smirked with a flex of his wings. "You're lucky, cold doesn't bother you as much as it does me."
"And yet it's still cold." The blonde-haired Avialae remarked plainly in regards to the situation, garnering a brief rhetorical chuckle from Lewin as they both walked along the ramparts of Mistveil Keep.
"Damn I can't wait for a hot bath at the bathhouse later." Carver softly chuckled at the remark, lightly rolling his eyes since Lewin found it easy to complain. Then again, it was always easy to chit chat when things seemed quiet, and nothing stirred to go bump in the night save for one thing. "What is... By Gods!!" Carver looked to his friend then with a pause, turning to look past his shoulder at Lewin, who leaned out over the ramparts to oggle at something afar. Within the entrance of the Warrens, a glimmer shone from beyond before fading out, following with a light crackle throughout the clouds overhead... as though a storm suddenly brewed overhead. "What was that!?"
"I know not, but..." Carver's eyes were upon the very sky now, Lewin turning to see and follow as well, the Siltori looking up with wide eyes and pure confusion.
"This is..." From the heavens did it descend, a great cloud that started to spread forth from over Kalzasi, swarming the air above the Astralar Mountains. "A Dread Mist storm!?"
"Lewin," Carver murmured with his eyes still fixed on the sky with concern, "sound the alarm! The Illuminators must be activated!" Lewin stared up in pure awe as the mists descended, covering the peaks of the mountains as they drew closer to the palace and Cloudhaven District. "Lewin!!" The Siltori jumped at the command, nodding quickly to Carver before running back within the keep, while Carver watched as the Dread Mist began to settle over Kalzasi... and then...
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
The alarm was sounded as the sound of a bell called out, alerting those throughout the city of the coming storm overhead. Sky Guard scrambled throughout the streets as the local citizens who rose early into the morning hours of the night stared up with horrid fascination. Throughout the city there were structures, buildings where higher ranking officials flocked to, so that when they arrived they could activate the pylons of Illumite within. As the mists descended and began to swarm about the architecture, ten beams of light began to flutter out into the very heavens above, causing the mists around them to swirl and dissipate before any real harm could take place.
The city was safe now, the Dread Mists repelled by the crystalline structures closely guarded, yet throughout the wilderness of the Wildking's Forge; danger certainly loomed for those unguarded by the Jewel's massive protection. The beams of light faded out in time, no longer illuminating the rooftops and peaks of the mountside. Kalzasi became safeguarded for the time being, however, the mists would certainly remain visible all around it; to the end of Frost.
53rd of Frost, 120 Steel
Clouds rolled throughout the night sky as the heavens were blotted out by their darkened masses, the coldest part of Frost certainly looming overhead to blanket the Jewel of Karnor with a crisp bite within the frigid air. The Sky Guard patrols continued their routes as planned, with nary a hindrance to stall the effort throughout the later parts of the night. "Gods I hate winter..." Lewin who was a fellow member remarked with a brush over the chainmail of his arms, the knife-eared Siltori looking to his companion Carver as he smirked with a flex of his wings. "You're lucky, cold doesn't bother you as much as it does me."
"And yet it's still cold." The blonde-haired Avialae remarked plainly in regards to the situation, garnering a brief rhetorical chuckle from Lewin as they both walked along the ramparts of Mistveil Keep.
"Damn I can't wait for a hot bath at the bathhouse later." Carver softly chuckled at the remark, lightly rolling his eyes since Lewin found it easy to complain. Then again, it was always easy to chit chat when things seemed quiet, and nothing stirred to go bump in the night save for one thing. "What is... By Gods!!" Carver looked to his friend then with a pause, turning to look past his shoulder at Lewin, who leaned out over the ramparts to oggle at something afar. Within the entrance of the Warrens, a glimmer shone from beyond before fading out, following with a light crackle throughout the clouds overhead... as though a storm suddenly brewed overhead. "What was that!?"
"I know not, but..." Carver's eyes were upon the very sky now, Lewin turning to see and follow as well, the Siltori looking up with wide eyes and pure confusion.
"This is..." From the heavens did it descend, a great cloud that started to spread forth from over Kalzasi, swarming the air above the Astralar Mountains. "A Dread Mist storm!?"
"Lewin," Carver murmured with his eyes still fixed on the sky with concern, "sound the alarm! The Illuminators must be activated!" Lewin stared up in pure awe as the mists descended, covering the peaks of the mountains as they drew closer to the palace and Cloudhaven District. "Lewin!!" The Siltori jumped at the command, nodding quickly to Carver before running back within the keep, while Carver watched as the Dread Mist began to settle over Kalzasi... and then...
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
The alarm was sounded as the sound of a bell called out, alerting those throughout the city of the coming storm overhead. Sky Guard scrambled throughout the streets as the local citizens who rose early into the morning hours of the night stared up with horrid fascination. Throughout the city there were structures, buildings where higher ranking officials flocked to, so that when they arrived they could activate the pylons of Illumite within. As the mists descended and began to swarm about the architecture, ten beams of light began to flutter out into the very heavens above, causing the mists around them to swirl and dissipate before any real harm could take place.
The city was safe now, the Dread Mists repelled by the crystalline structures closely guarded, yet throughout the wilderness of the Wildking's Forge; danger certainly loomed for those unguarded by the Jewel's massive protection. The beams of light faded out in time, no longer illuminating the rooftops and peaks of the mountside. Kalzasi became safeguarded for the time being, however, the mists would certainly remain visible all around it; to the end of Frost.
