Dawn, At Last

[Monkee 7369]

 

A thunderous boom reverberated over the whistling winds of the northern tundra, shaking snow and ice free from their gelid branches of pine. A ball of ferrum sailed through the air. It impacted the bark of a distant tree, its trunk exploding into a thousand splinters; its severed structure fell upon the fresh snows as a blanket of green. The shot was wide.

 

"Again,” commanded the Vigilant of Charity, and another ferrum ball was stuffed into the weapon, alongside its charge. There, amidst the frigid winds of their decades-long blizzard, stood an array of Vigilants - perhaps a dozen, adorned in steel armor and wielding thanhic-steel. Their decorative horns shown prominently.

 

With a second explosion, another ferrum ball erupted from the weapon, striking their target - a nearby altar. Fragments of ice and stone sailed through the air, cracks webbing through its structure. A third shot, and the sacrilegious altar was shattered with a deafening shriek.

 

—

 

Nearby, within the Dual Principalities, Mali milled about their business, hunched over in the thrashing winds as they trudged through snow piled high, gripping lanterns to find their way. Shortly, the deafening winds died down to a hush, and then at last fell silent. Their world grew still for the first time in many years, and curious eyes were drawn to the sky. Lo, the black and churning clouds parted, and rays of sunlight bathed Ikur’fiyem. They illuminated a grateful people. From the Frost Witches, their lands were purified.

[megavoltar 1634]

Upon the snow drifted tundra, there was a particular fellow out hunting once more.  A boar that caught his eye in the later parts of the afternoon began to frolic around, savoring its own last meal.  But the lone 'fenn soon realized that his drifting eyes, used to the darkness of yor', were faulty in the rays of the glorious sun once more.  He missed his target, whatever semblance of a spear leftover from the fight with the undead shattering on a rock that became the main target.  The boar ran, far off into the tundra, 'till it blended in white and brown with its scenery.  Lost

It was funny in some sense then, he related to that lost creature in a drifting, changing tundra.

[Werew0lf 24180]

THE CRYING DEVIL wailed in agony as the altar had been destroyed; her slumber was fraught of dread and pain, for she was gone too long in order to gatekeep the demise that was brought upon the Fennic scourge.

"I will return with more."

[AstriaS 4988]

Sylvia Camian was quite pleased, once the rumor mill had circulated the story back to her. "Good to know the cannon was put to good use."

[Songwitch 1832]

5 hours ago, Monkee said:

From the Frost Witches, their lands were purified.

 

Yet, were they?
   Within the carcass of a hag betided a spark of feeble rage, thence afore the renovated lands of the Remnants she loomed.