They fell from the heavens....

[James 425]

 

 

 

Meteors litter the glowing night sky west of the Cloud Temple. Vibrant stars brighten the night as if the heavens themselves gazed upon the world where these magnificent rocks fell.  Large objects seeming to split the very heavens apart as they spiraled towards the realm. The earth beneath your feet would shake as they collide with the land, setting forest ablaze upon the starry and moonlit night. Four large monoliths would also fall, faded etchings decorating the dark mineral and scarring the land in fire and foreign rock. Smoke seeming to endlessly pour from the tops of the dark monuments. The monoliths themselves engraved with broken writing before turning into what would look to be gibberish written into the stone itself.  Remnants of a powerful and divine aura seem to give off a golden hue upon the four opaque monoliths found among the many stones sent from the vast sky. Debris and flame cover the large fields and forest where they had struck the world. Fragments radiating a powerful and intimidating aura had fallen scattered among the obelisks and vast forests. A lone Kharajyr leaves the monoliths, showing an astral projection on those who gazed upon it within the Cloud Temple. A mysterious vision glittering like a portal in the foreground to the observers. What that vision is... who can say?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Dakirennis 959]

Dak'ir curses as he found nothing of use.

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

Zar walks away with the help of several other Kha, having finished projecting the images.

 

"Fawking other Kha with the fourth fragment.. Keel!"

[Aengoth 2890]

Aengoth snickers with his newfound wealth

[Guest]

Gareth blinks as his ears are assailed by the screeching of nearby men and women as they see the streaks of light in the sky. His knees shook, before he saw the surging flames spew in every direction. The Xionist felt both fear and conviction about what he was to do next. The gods would pay for their sins. 

[Josh3738 3137]

Zahrer sits quietly in his tent reading over his tome. He mutters quietly as the fire crackles before him.

"An' unto 'is firs'born an' t'eir brothehs did th' council bestow t'eir gifts..."

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.