That Which Lies Beyond [ET Event]

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

 

The Light So Pure

For Its Serenity Unlike Any

 

“During the blossoming night sky, littered with stars and lights unknown; something trails from that which lies beyond.”

 

In the far skies of Arcas a burning light and its tail trails down the ever-dark. The stars pale in their splendor and the vast black and blue, is brightened as though to repel the darkness. Its path cast from the far north to the far south, striking past Cloud Temple and Helena; before finally fizzling out above The Silver City. Unbeknownst to those not within the cities confines the very plateau quaked and shook, windows heaving a heavy rattle. As parents brought their children to whatever safety they could offer them, sillumir and brave elves gathered at the quakes source. There beneath the statue of Larihei a purple light began to crackle into existence, from its bosom two beaks puncture; with delight and anguish in grand contrast. As their wormlike forms and bodies which held many an eye came into view, they circled at the portal edge. The elves of many different a caste looked in awe and worry alike. With a strained stop the worms eyes came to a clear open, every single one small or large; tears of blood running from their greened sclera. From their beaky maws came an outburst of foreign language unknown to all present “Drak’thul” the entities cried in unison. Before questions could be raised, as though their stay had been overdue; wormy beaks and all drilled into the purple portal. Their wiggling tails the last thing seen before the gateway collapsed like sparks struck off an anvil. In their wake only a dark-purple rock was left, as though they hadn’t noticed it before.

 

 

Credits to @puffyduck

 

As the days go by many a magical phenomena takes place in The Silver City and once even in Llyria. The minds of citizens and visitors alike are infiltrated by emotions, heart beats, whimpers and for the most part a calm serenity and its humble tune. Many other oddities take place yet are kept from the public eye, those that visit the city hear the elves speak of a rock; it is quite obvious as never would an elf have been so excited over a mere stone. Many a mage visits the city and all that leave seem either excited or worried, but most clearly of all; drained and exhausted. As the weeks and months begin to pass, little over half a year; those with magics of any kind in Arcas feel their mind beckoned. It like a humble whisper within whispers, gentle warmth like that of a mother's touch; thoughts clearly not their own seeping in. It seems not invasive or aggressive, yet no matter by what means it cannot be stopped. The whisper grows clearer as one nears The Silver City, turning into a hum undecipherable yet ever-calming.

 

“The Rock calls and so all must answer.”

[Ankan 2875]

The rock prophet raised his hands into the sky, following another day of preaching to his fellow rock cultists.

[Thomas 3014]

The Artificer wandered around his city and through the lands of others, seeking information on the rock from those who may have observed the blessing from the stars so he may provide further insight. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Vex ponders the repercussions of devouring a sentient piece of solid sediment. 

[interstellarcatlady 155]

Caestella Valarieth knows that the rock wants what it wants and all should heed the call and come forth. The rock is one with the Silver State now and all magi must come forth and give to the blessed rock. All hail Rockulus 

[AstralWatcher 42]

Kargo is very curious about this rock he keeps hearing about, but Kargo is a young Kha so he doesn’t really care.

[Ixli 1472]

Silir Uradir walks around, his hand grasped firmly around a small rock.

[Noixkaloni 26]

[!] A note is nailed onto the door of the citadel

 

Noix’kaloni grumbles, seeming very displeased. ”This rock must be cursed by some form of dark magic, and thus, should be destroyed. As I see it, this rock has some simple form of sentience, given by some powerful dark mage, or some being that we can’t understand. This rock is attempting to control, enslave, and when it sees us as useless, will destroy us, saying if I am correct...” The ‘thill would grumble some more. “As I see it, this rock has already taken control of some of the most influential, and powerful ‘thill in the Silver State of Haelun’or. Even more of the people are being taken over by the rock every moment I speak. If this goes on for too long, Haelun’or will be shattered, broken, and destroyed...” Noix’kaloni grumbles even more, louder this time. “This rock will ruin ‘thill culture as a whole! This rock is forming some type of Religion... A very Illogical one... Pure ‘thill such as myself will see this.” Noix’kaloni grumbles more, being extremely loud. The ‘thill beings to conclude his rant. ” I am only saying one thing here; That the rock is impure. Haelun’or is in severe danger right now, and the only way to avert total annihilation is by destroying the rock...” [!] Before concluding, Noix’kaloni shouts the following.

 

Death to the rock!

Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha!

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

“Shut the **** up, Pessima,” a Mali’ame muttered to the voice already residing in his head.