The Shattering of Kramoroe

[Neri 3590]

On the horizon you can faintly hear the rolling boom of thunder. Usually, you'd ignore this, either passing it off as a summer storm or a over-ambitious necromancer.

However, this feels different.

Much different.

For one thing, this lightning was not natural. It made your nose burn with a metallic tang and made the hair on your neck stand on end, even from the distance of Laurelin the elves could sense it too.

Every nation of the land called a meeting to discuss these ill omens, and they all decided on a plan of action: Scouts would be sent out to scour the land for the source of this storm, and if possible, stop it.

All the scouts left, cheered on by the gathered crowds of the capitols of each nation. They left with a cocky grin as if to almost say "This mission is nothing." However, deep down, they knew that this developement was much more complex than they could ever imagine.

A week passed. A week turned into two, then half a dozen. No scouts returned. The rulers of the Nations went back to their usual jobs, pushing the far-distant storm to the far-distance corners of their minds. Life went on as usual, in general. Although every citizen would occassional look behind them suspiciously, or check their cellars before they went to bed. This was what the storm caused - paranoia. Nobody felt safe. Even the King of Oren tossed and turned in his newly acquired bed.

This carried on for a couple of months - baking summer turned to cooling autumn, bringing with it a slight respite from the seeminly omniprescent humidity the storm brang with it.

Suddenly, one day, a lone man turned up at the gates of Kal'Urguan, crawling on his hands and knees.

He was burned completely, from head to his singed-off toes. His skin peeled back like a melon that had been left in the fields for a season too long. He cried in pain as he crawled to the gate, and collapsed there.

Dwarven Guards rushed out to see the maimed man, gasping as they saw wounds that no man could possibly recover from.

"Part outta th' way, laddies. I wannae see wha's goin' on!"

The Dwarven guards parted in reverance as a armoured behemoth of a man walked down the path.

"Kin' Algrim, what ye doin' 'ere? It's jus' a injur'd man. Not'in for ye tae worry ye'self 'bout." A guard interjected.

"I will go w'ere I like, when I like, Guard." He pronounced the final word to enforce his superiority. The Guard backed off slightly, kneeling in respect.

King Algrim approached the man, who was now retching onto the path. He kneeled next to the man, aware that every pair of eyes in Kal'urguan was now watching him.

"What is it, ye poor man?" Algrim intoned.

"They... h-h-h-have... almost... found it.... the..." The man whispered something that was nearly inaudible,then gurgled and lay still, blood leaking from his mouth onto the clean path.

Algrim kneeled quietly for the moment, praying to the Paragons for this man to go swiftly to wherever his race worships. Then, he stood up, sweeping his cloak behind him.

He motioned to the Guard Captain, who walked forwards hesistantly. Algrim whispered something in his ear then pointed at the assembled crowd.

The Guard Captain took in a deep breath and yelled at the crowd;

"WE BE HAVIN' A COUNCIL. A COUNCIL OF WAR."

The crowd erupted into cheers, running into the city towards the keep. Nobody saw a few robed figures slink away from the exuberant crowd into the night, heading towards a particular destination. The Storm's source. Kramoroe.

[char615 41]

We fought The Undead off all day... But at a cost... They will return on the 'morrow in greater numbers, and more fearless than ever.

(( that was an epic event, cant wait for tomorrow's one :D ))

[Archmage 2]

((I'll assume I just missed another event...ah well same old same old anybody want to describe what happened oocly?))

[Solan (Elite117) 82]

Bummer. I must have also missed it. What did happen?

[Jon Evaglno 202]

Does this mean the barfy-looking Kramoroe is gone? Or does it mean the undeads are doing something naughty in Kramoroe? Hmmm.

[Taiga 764]

Right after we built it... Hope they use it well.

[Jon Evaglno 202]

Right after we built it... Hope they use it well.

I'll take this as they're doing something naughty.

[Neri 3590]

[[There's a relic under kramoroe, it's been causing earthquakes and lightning strikes, as the story says. the Undead claimed it and have built a fort upon it, which used to be the Guardian Monument.

Also, this is a seven-day event, most likely. The relic has seven magical barriers the Undead need to breach.]]

[susitsu 871]

I KNEW something was up...also...WHAT DID I MISS!?!?

[Briamoth 41]

[[Wow, I miss everything as of late. My laptop had to be sent off for repair and I have to use my mom's and I really haven't had time to play Minecraft anyway though. Hopefully, I can get my laptop back soon and also be less busy.]]

[argonian 14254]

((I didn't even know there was an event on even though I was online. Lots of people didn't, Alkhazar was almost as full as ever...))

[Kal Dellexe 0]

I keep missing events... *sad face*

[argonian 14254]

I keep missing events... *sad face*

((I just went there, there is still tons of fighting :D

EDIT: Wait, we can't even enter their area. Whenever we try we get a message saying we aren't allowed so we can't even fight them))

[Eledyr 85]

i was there it was epic :P

you can't enter the area because the event is over

[susitsu 871]

...Relic? *Gets on thief stuff* Time to breach their fortress!