The First Land Herald/450-04-30
| Article Number: 110 |
| Dateline: 450-04-30 |
| THE SIEGE OF KNIFE CLAN Sir Madigan rallied all sides for a fight in an attempt to break into the spire of vine and rock that is encasing Knife Clan. Many people showed up for this, whether they were for or against sorcery or not trained in the ways of magic at all. At the Zoluren Community Meeting he put down a map, revealing where he thought each person should be stationed. Referring to it simply as a "Y" - he said Rangers and Thieves, led by Crobin, were to move northwest to search for an opening or a weakness they could stealthily move through. Barbarians and Paladins led by Madigan would settle to the northeast side, using brute force and ballistas to break in. The center point was used for triage should something go awry. We barely had a chance to try any of these tactics before voices were heard from above, and the sky filled with drakes. First, a voice roared "The impudence!" and we felt Their deep rage. Ever unfamiliar, I immediately lost my recall of what the voice sounded like, though it echoed all around. A possible second voice shouted "This is Ours still." I remember feeling very skeptical of things, though I was unsure why. The vine wall shuddered, thickening as malleable stone flowed into thick plates along the foliage. Shivering leaves the size of doors were woven into position and solidified into a rocky gray. The ground shook a moment, and the vine wall slowed. Gradually, with a quivering whimper, the golden light atop the spire began to flicker, and winnowed down to a thin, narrow line. A cloud descended, and a deafening screech announced the arrival of a drake swarm. Everyone hastily broke into smaller groups to spread out and defend against the drakes. While fighters finished off the last of them, it was reported those still at the spire were still witnessing and hearing activity. A voice shouted "No more. Hopefully you listen now." Again the specific sound of the voice was somehow easily forgettable. The words said may be repeated, but the masking made it difficult to determine if these messages originated from one voice or many. With a blast of golden light, the beam atop the spire roared to life with nearly blinding intensity. The solidified mass of vines and stone shuddered and resumed writhing chaotically, and the vine wall resumed its motion. Unfortunately, rather than successfully breaching the spire, it seemed to have gotten even stronger somehow. It felt worth the effort, yet perplexed adventurers were left with more questions than answers, and made their way home to ponder their next move forward. Until then,
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| Real Date: Unknown Date |
| Subject(s): Wild Magic |
| Author(s): Shaylynne |