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INFERNO OF HAELUNOR


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[Last day of Pompeii, Karl Bryullov]

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INFERNO OF HAELUN'OR

19th of the Grand Harvest 

S.A. 68

 

 


 

 

The bright sun rose high above the silver city of Karinah’siol. The Mali’aheral of Haelun’or moved about the lower district as they attended to their busy day. All was well in the city of Karinah’siol until a foreign noise drew near to the city. Thill looked about, pausing as they pondered. As the noise - now identified as the flapping of wings grew nearer, did all citizenry pause, as if every time was stopped. As they drew their gaze into the sky, they would spot a large dragon, flying towards the city.

 

“Form ranks! The wingbeast is coming!” shouted Gwyndolin as she rang the bell, calling for the Sullumir and all and any able bodied citizens to aid and help defend the city.

Soon did the Silver City spring into action, Sillumir soldiers falling into rank and proud Haelun'or citizenry pulling out their own bows and crossbows, ready to defend against the incoming beast if need be. And lo, did the beast come, its body span larger than the very roads it flew over, bone and blood falling onto the streets as it started to pass.

 

Sillumir rose to the gatehouse, looking for the defense system: the cannons. There was only one. Despite this, the brave sillumir started to load the cannon in an attempt to defend their city from the beast in flight if it made a move to attack. However, as the dragon passed, it became increasingly certain that the dragon was simply that - passing. “Do not fire! Do not fire!” urged the Okarir’nor April Viradiraar as she too rose upon the gatehouse with the Okarir’san, A’eollaja Valwynn. The okarir herself produced a bow as she eyed the dragon. “Wait till it attacks first!”

 

“Fire the cannon!” screamed Gwyndolin as she loaded up her bow when the cannon had not been fired, with support from the weaponed citizenry from below. The dragon continued to pass, although with its large claw did it attempt to take the eagle of a building.

 

“If you take that shot, you will be responsible for all the deaths that occur in this city!” Shouted the Okarir’san towards the Sillumir, eyes lit up to the slowly passing dragon.

 

Despite the warning from the Okarirs, and the encouragement from Gwyndolin below, a mali’ker from above aimed and fired at the dragon. The cannon was flung, and bounced off from the dragon’s resilient body, but the damage was done. The beast flapped its wings, slowly making a turn. Blood and bones dripped onto the city floor. It was coming for the gatehouse.

 

The Sillumir were urged to reload the cannon from both the attending Okarir’s and those down below. A guardsman aimed and fired, and unfortunately missed. And unfortunately it was a little too late. The dragon opened its maw and let out a breath of fire, directed towards the top of the gatehouse. Some jumped away, lucky enough to only get a limb melted off, but some melted in the very instant, turned to complete liquid at the furious creature.

 

Citizenry fell into chaos, with some running for cover, and some outing themselves for the dragon with hope of saving their friends and kin. Unfortunately for them, the dragon attacked them as well.

 

By the end of the day, the top of the gatehouse was completely melted - the city ruined with ash and rubble. Together, the uninjured citizenry attempt to pull the injured from the ash, and count the dead.

 

The sun rose on a Silver city, but fell on a black one. 

 

 



 

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Ayred lightly raises both brows at the absolute speed of the Haelun'orian printing presses after such an event - He had only gotten the news by messenger, and shortly after the missive freshly printed reached him. "Perhaps I underestimated their logistical prowess... Still- have some Warden send a detachment of sappers, some engineers and workers to help them rebuild." The councilor instructs simply to the Guardian who had brought him such a message. 

 

 

Unconnected with these events, those who had, at the very same dawn been his enemies. The 'fenn felt no hard feelings, though a newfound sympathy for the 'thill plight. "Our distant cousins. Perhaps I should send more then just engineers to help rebuild your walls. After a signed peace, too."

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Naele, after hours spent ensuring the injured will survive, finally sits down in the tavern as she gazes out towards the mess in the square.

"From a trial where people attacked the accused, casted magic within the room, did not listen to the accused and postponed it all after they could not conclude, to a mess of a co-ordination where everyone ran like headless chickens, people faking their ranks in the Sillumir and contradicting orders every passing moment. I am disappointed."

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“We will rebuild our walls and strengthen our defenses. Haelunor is eternal”

 

The Sohaer said to her council as they sat around her, a determined look on Ayliana’s eyes as it seems that this is only the beginning of her hardships. 

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The beautiful Elven Hoplites of Haelun'or raised their polished shields, hefted their spears, and acted. Bravely they strode forth to defend their citystate, and with great heroics, they tried as they could. Canonfire, speartosses, even jumping upon the beast's back to strike it with their Xiphos', all of this for little ground. At the urging terroristic command of the seven foot tall daemoness of a woman, clad in her armor of iron caused, the beast turned to turn about from it's flightpath to return in kind, and though the line of hoplites quickly broke to find another canon, when they reformed, they counted amongst their number... finding only the silver ancestor mask of one of theirs near the site of molten stone and metal... Denied even a beautiful corpse to be interred in Pyramid... What filled their minds was the realities of the worst death that could be imagined for a high elf... Immolation.

 

Bronze Handmade Greek Mask Tragedy image 1

 

Rest well, Hero

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