Damned Embers in the Ashes

[Suicidium 1295]

Damned Embers in the Ashes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jb7mTSlcCfQ

 

Morsgrad has fallen. 

 

Lunsbeck has fallen.

Arcas has fallen.

We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of time itself, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.Time always brings havoc and destruction that culminates in an inexorable Apocalypse, a swift, unforgiving maelstrom that tears the realm asunder and devours everything in its path. There was a slew of utter chaos plummeting and setting ablaze most of the continent and forcing its inhabitants to flee in a great migration. 

 

By 1796, much chagrin and trepidation surged within the Morsgradi citizenry, with the enduring fortress city receiving a swelling diaspora of refugees from sympathetic populi from across the continent. The downtrodden masses of soldiers and civilians were provided for, courtesy of the Morsgradi Royal Stores overseen by King Halvar and Queen Ancelie personally, with altruistic intent clearly stated in the benevolent aid given with no insidious strings tied to the offers. The Kingdom's formidable fighters had participated in the Inferi conflicts across the realm, often suffering wounds and maims of its own in feverish fighting at battles such as the Seige of Aegrothond.

Despite apparent victories, billowing smoke from across the realm as it was torn asunder by calamities was flagrantly seen, and reports streamed in from survivors of the palpable disasters falling upon the foremost cities of Arcas. Entire regions were being abandoned, its populations pressed into engorged refugee camps, and exacerbated the realities that the time had arrived for the forsaken continent to be abandoned.  So, with directions arriving from the King’s Council, The Great Valkyrie, a technological marvel of a union of proprietary dwed steamworks gifted from Urguan intertwined with innovative Norlandic shipwright methods, was selected as the capital ship which would join the Brev merchants journeying for a pristine landmass to call home once more. Once more, it was the forewarning of the Kingdom’s allies and its own intelligence networking that led to much of its fleet already moored off the coastal port of Lunsbeck and loaded to the brim with the essential supplies to colonise a new kingdom within the new world. 

 

 

 

On a fateful evening, with much of Norland hanging on tenterhooks, its tribulation arrived on the ominous stroke of an hour hand moving with an echoing chime resonating through the city. The watchers on the walls could see its end, coming in an unholy blizzard of darkest ebony devouring everything in its path from the north-easterly directions, with evacuated Vi’Stige being the first of the Norlandic settlements to fall. A runner was dispatched to warn the final remaining residents of Darrowmere to hurry, and with it, a certainty ran through the droves that Arcas itself has signalled its expulsion of Norland. Stentorian shouts bellowed from within Morsgrad as men and women alike combed through the streets, ensuring that no man, women or child would be left behind. 
 

 

Further calamity arrived, as if the land itself was furious of Norland’s resilience, for, bright static lightning cried out in a thousand claps, accompanied by booming thunder as flame itself spilled from the skies into civilization beneath it. Fiery blazes erupted across Morsgrad, and even its hardy and iconic Ashwood tree eventually fell victim to the disaster and havoc that the black blizzard had wrought. In short time..Ship horns blasting through the burning valley certified the departure of the Norlandic Fleet, its capital ship helmed by its Queen, as it steamed out to the wide eastern expanses of the Arcasian seas. The thin coverings of broken ice churned out of the way, as the roaring engines were fed with coal on a disciplined basis. The Norlanders soon arrived with the rest of the Arcasian fleet, carrying the convictions to begin anew, and with it, an epiphany to the masses. 

 

 

Look: the constant marigold 

 Springs again from hidden roots

 Baffled gardener, you behold

 New beginnings and new shoots 

Spring again from hidden roots

Pull or stab or cut or burn 

 They will ever yet return   

 

Fin.

[Addi 2]

very nice!

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