The Great Felsen Fire, 1567

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

 

 

The Great Felsen Fire of 1567

 

 

 

The Great Felsen Fire, 11th of Malin's Welcome, 1567

 

“Fire! FIRE!” roars out from the alleyways, bystanders look to the raving burghers who come running out of the smoky streets. In mere moments, the City of Felsen became alive. Men of all walks began to cry out “Fire! Bring buckets, all  able men to Copper Court!”  As the Felsen Guard rushes towards the fire, women and children come rushing from it. Caught in a moment of sheer panic and chaos, men trip over women, children run into men. Ash and smoke bellow into the air, a sinister cloud lurking over the city, placing it in absolute darkness. Not a shred of sunlight slipping past the thick layers of ash.

 

The sound of the Cathedral Bells soon begin to echo throughout the city, clashing with the sounds of crackling wood and shrill screams. Unsuspecting volunteers fall victim to the crumbling stones of the fire engulfed homes, the hideous sound of bones breaking and pained cries adding to the people’s terror. Legless men limp out of their smouldering houses, leaning on the shoulders of brave guards.

 

As men combat the fire, some begin to turn to one another, soon accusations are heard over the roar of the fire. “It was the Qaleesh!” some men shout “Aye!” while others turn and laugh “Nay! It was the rebels!” and even more shout “It was the Uruk!” “Them’s screaming their black sorcery in glee! It’s them’s orcs I tells yah!” “GOD save us all from the green tide!” The cries of accusations spread rapidly, the city became engulfed in cries for justice.

 

The fire raged on, but was eventually contained to Copper Court and Butcher’s Alley. Soon the residents of these now burned out areas returned to find little left for them. Roofs that used wooden supports caved in on themselves, walls collapsed and personal belongings destroyed.  

 

 

The sun finally broke past the soot’s blockade, shining down on the city streets it revealed a heavy black soot that covers the walls of Ancelcourt and the Cranky Carrion.  The chaos that held firmly onto the city during the fire soon subsided and left a trail of despair and fright in the residents of the now burnt out buildings.

[sneLf 314]

*Lucus/Garrett would walk home with a insane smirk on his grin "Well..Nepir did call me a pyro..."

[garentoft 9265]

A distant shrug is heard.

[Jonificus 2761]

Grand Mayor Karl staggers back out of the Copper Court, an emptied bucket in hand and a violent coughing fit ravaging his throat. The soot soiled man sits himself down on the curb outside of the inferno, watching in horror as his great city smoulders and crackles. 

Without a care for his honor as a man, he allows himself to let  a few tears roll down his cheeks.

[Ayevia 141]

Titania Hawking watched the smoke from a far, a small smirk lingering at a corner of her lips. 

[Angmarzku 1251]

"Felsen's bridge is falling down...falling down. Felsen's bridge is falling down...my fair Frost Witch." Mutters the darkened being from the rooftops of Felsen along with its companion.

[Ducklingator 795]

A Slim 'aheral would skip between the ruins, singing happily.

 

"Complaining doesn't help, So I shall sing!" She giggles.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Gold Corpsmen can be seen throwing buckets of water on the blaze. 

[garentoft 9265]

"And now the rains... Weep o'er his hall... And not a soul to hear." Hums a figure who was arrested and later released during the fire.

[Ducklingator 795]

The singing elf screams in fear as the spontanious combustion ((Oh god, I always wanted to use this word. it makes me all giddy :3)) occurs in the docks.

[Archbishop 1784]

Mukar leaves felsen with a head of a slain orc. Having been thrown street to street by herdes of people while trying to use chronomancy to fix the fires.

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir hurried out of the city with a cloth held over her mouth, coughing due to all of the smoke.

[Shalashask 1112]

Elrach can't tell what damage the fire has done.

[big narstie 1701]

Rocco trembles as he lay on the nurse's bed. Vivid memories of the night before ravage his fragile mind, rushing from a home down the Butcher's Alley with the crisp body of an infant in his arms, tears roll down his face as he hands the corpse to the onlooking parents. "I'm so sorry," he says through chapped, cracked lips. He wipes soot from his eyes and looks through the smog to see others suffering similar fates as the innocent youngen before him. He awakens in the medical bay of the Skravian Flagship, the H.M.S. Man-United, his tunic fused to the skin on his forearm, he winces as the nurse treats the wound, cutting the fabric from his skin.

[colovian fur 8360]

Willem de Denesle gets incredibly warm while in his cell. He requests a glass of water, to his dismay all the guards left to put out the Felsen fire.

 

He soon says a short prayer for the people of Felsen, then begins to chip away at the ground under his bed with a wooden spoon.