A Thunderbolt's Flight

[Ryloth 4321]

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A THUNDERBOLT’S FLIGHT

"Blessed is the flight of Avendal’s thunderbolt, bringer of storms.”

 

 

 

The rainswept lands of the Princedom of Savoy flashed with lightning, then thunder. A deep cacophonous roar quaked within the skies and across the world. The horizon was deep, and the sky weeped. In the bustling city of San Luciano, all was chaos. A pyre had been burned, druidic interlopers set aflame after they had been rounded for execution. In the city square, a collection of Canonist priests cried out in anger to protect some, and fell others. As the dutiful end of the event came to bloodshed and fire, the clergy retreated into the Basilica of St. Pontian III.

 

Lightning struck and thunder rolled. The dark night skies continued to weep, and the roar of the world shook the basilica. Chandeliers trembled and candle light shivered. As the priests collected around a raised table, they spoke in hushed tones. What about, who knew? Alas, someone heard. Someone who shouldn’t be there. A shadow-bound figure adorned in cloaks as black as the night behind crept far above along the towers, into the upper architecture of this great cathedral.

 

Lightning struck and thunder rolled. In a sudden second flash, the thunder outside the cathedral was in tandem met with a deafening explosion within the structure. Something black and fragile had been thrown. The congregated clergymen were thrown apart, and the architecture cried out in the wake of the devastating shockwave running its core. The interloper above ducked back, and unleashed a follow-up strike, fire splattering across the ground as alchemical agents violently met the stonework of the floor. Shouts between soldiers and surviving clergymen exchanged within the belly of the basilica, but before they could gather their senses, the attacker was gone.

 

Shingles came loose on the roof above as the assassin made way to escape the site of attack. In some sick display, the men of the church had been slaughtered in a mere blink of the eye. Boomsteel dust, glass, and death were left as evidence. How terrible the flight of that thunderbolt, a bringer of storms.

 

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I won't name any players involved in the RP, but I sincerely appreciate the interaction and good spirits. 

[Conqueror 424]

"A shame. Sad, sad day." An Armored Crusader says, standing outside of the Church. A deep feeling of Regret would well up in his feeling; he was there. He could've done something to save them.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

An elf in the distance pulls out his umbrella as he hears the thunder of Avendal’s bolt all the way from the Silver State.

"Hmmm.... it seems as though a storm is coming" the sorcerer mumbles. "This one has... ill omens it seems..."

[Monomakhos 1849]

A certain aspirant to the cloth, the previous Viceregent of Savoy, shook his head in disappointment when he caught news of the events that had transpired within the cathedral. "Let God preserve us from these demons. Today, they've taken a great man from us. A wound I fear the Church will not easily recover from. My prayers are given for the repose of the Archbishop's soul."

 

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[rukio 8924]

"A damned shame as my Maw would say- well, I reckon she wouldn't be usin' strong language 'cause she always says strong language makes fer a weak jaw, 'r somethin' of that sort. Ne'er really did listen to me Maws quite as well as I shoulda, 'cept t' wash behind the ears...Ah well. May the good Father rest in peace an' may Godan give 'im wings a plenty t' fly 'round after all the walkin' I reckon he done here on this land o' ours." The young Armiger, Sarah, would lament upon hearing of what had transpired, signing the Lorraine thereafter.