Re: 54 - Stormbringer
"It's not so much what I'll find," Elean replies, quietly, "as who I won't find there. There was somebody at home, and my other brother, Calen, owed him money. So this moneylender said he'd forget the debt if I agreed to marry him."
"Calen stayed there, to work off what he owes, but Da said we should move away. If we... " and her words are drowned out by a thunderclap, loud as the sundering of worlds. People scream, as their hair stands on end, crackling with electricity.
To the east, beyond the city, the clouds bulge downwards and start to spiral tighter, and faster, until sky and ground meet, and trees are torn from the earth, roots and all.
And now the wind grows, gale-force gusts blasting past the wagons, and startling the beasts.
Time has, it seems, run out.
As the storm winds rise, Aaron finds it increasingly difficult to control his mount. The bird struggles to fly towards the tornado-like funnel of dark, howling air. At the top of the twister, light grows, a circle of brilliant whiteness, almost impossible to look at.
Banglen-Yp follows Aaron, but being somewhat lighter and smaller than the ormvråk the winds force her to turn aside. Brightness bleeds down the sides of the vortex.
Above the city, Roman and Berd watch. Above them the sky boils, a miniature replica of the storm growing to the east. They too, despite their own power, have difficulty maintaining their positions, in the face of the raw elemental fury being unleashed around them.
Inside the city, the group gather at the East Gate, preparing to do battle with an enemy that most of them know well.
There is a rippling in the air around Dorian, and twelve, sleek reptilian shapes wink into existence around the man, hissing and snarling, as their attention is drawn to the increasing howl of the wind beyond the outer gate. Fortunately there are few citizens in the area, to be startled by this sudden arrival, and those that are about seem oddly calm.
The brilliant light flows downwards, enfolding the column of rotating cloud, and then it shimmers and... freezes. The wind drops to a dead calm in a moment, and a pillar of light towers above the forest.
For just an instant, it is blindingly bright, and then it bursts, sending a wave of force outwards.
The Archons are there, swarming outwards in the wake of the wave. Wheels of fire, steel, and lightning, howling as their sheer numbers blot out the sun.