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MessageSujet: Giliem   Ven 9 Nov - 0:01


Giliem is a medium sized forest towards the North-Western part of Rath, itself the norther Region of the kingdom of Rastora.

It would be an altogether unremarkable place, were it not for its proximity to the Rift. While the woods are still several kilometers away from Haerii’s gaping wound, parts of them are still heavily influenced by the overdose of magical energies that permeates all landscapes close to the center of Heron.

As always, the rule of thumb being, that the closer you get to the abyss, the weirdest and the more dangerous the things you’ll run into. While these strange and magical phenomena often make for wondrous sights, most people wisely op to stay clear of both these woods, as well as the ones further to the North.  

There would be much to be said about such a place, yet today in the grander scheme of things, it seemed but a mere forest.




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MessageSujet: Re: Giliem   Sam 10 Nov - 3:58

Kingdom of Rastora, in the Rath region, somewhere in the Giliem forest, 1st of November 4846, 12:04. Noon following the Worst Day.

There are places, so peaceful, so lost in time and space, that should you find yourself there, should you take but a moment to stop, to sit, to bask in the gentle sunlight, in the quiet sounds of a spot forgotten by all, you’d think that no matter what happened, what disasters befell the world, you would be left alone and safe, so long as you remained within your tranquil sanctuary.  

This is not one of those places.



The grass is green and inviting. The trees full with color. The water at your feet, clear and cool.

But the sun’s rays are cold. There is not a sound to be heard. Not the rustling of the leaves. Not the whistling of the wind. Nor any of the other usual sounds one would expect from woods such as these. Not a single animal could be seen or heard. No birds, not even insects.

A dead, green, world.

As if everyone was gone.

There were just the woods, and the visitor from another world.

Stranded ankle deep in a pond.  

Well, not the most thrilling of starts no doubt, but definitely far better than starting in a swamp for instance.  

Still, the visitor had little time to contemplate her humid situation. But a few moments after she opened her eyes in this new world, a loud blast was heard from far above. It was halfway between the sound of a canon and that of a firework. Then came another blast. And another.


Ambiance:
 


The intervals between the explosions were irregular. Some followed in quick succession, then there would be a minute of silence and then they would resume. Some were louder than others. Some sounded as if they grew closer, others as if ever distant.

Raising her eyes to the skies, she managed to see glimpses of the commotion way up high.

Fighting.

Again.

Always.

If not on land then on sea. If not on sea, in the sky. Should the sky not be enough, space was often the next step.

This world seemed no different.

Far, far above, likely beyond the stratosphere even, clouds and spheres of bright colors could be seen. Occasionally flashes. Sometimes rays. Grandiose patterns, intricate magic circles. It was nearly impossible to tell from this distance, yet the intensity was such that the sounds and visual queues were just enough to instill the sense of dread only a terrible fight could bring forth.  

Everything was so silent a moment ago.

Or maybe she had just happened to come in between two blasts.

Now the forest vibrated with each explosion in the sky. The ground itself seemed to resonate with the roaring of the heavens.

Whoever was fighting up there, whatever that mess was about, it was clearly no joke. The traveler had sufficient knowledge of the magical arts to be certain that should that fight come any closer to the ground, it would likely cause irreversible damage to the very planet itself.

As a matter of fact, just about anyone with a modicum of common sense would be able to guess that much. The added bonus of spellcasters such as she, was that they could fully realize the insane amount of skill and power necessary to fling such spells. Spells that could literally be seen and heard, the world over.

They echoed like thunder.


“Enjoying the fireworks, are you?”

A woman’s smooth, deep voice, reached out to Alienor from behind.

Upon turning to face her, she saw the following:


She was quite the sight, not least because she was half naked and with high heels in the middle of a god damned forest. But Haerii, whether Alienor knew it or not, had seen stranger things and this actually fell entirely within expectations as far as women’s attire went. Magic after all, allowed for the most wondrous of sights…

At any rate, even though she would have definitely been more at home at some lavish gala (out of place as she seemed), the woman looked calm and composed, even in her current surroundings.  

In her right hand, she held a black long-pipe which she slowly brought to her mouth.


When she exhaled, a light blue smoke escaped from her lips before dissipating in the atmosphere. Following a brief interruption by yet another detonation, she resumed.

“Well, I can’t say I disagree with the sentiment. We don’t get this everyday after all.”

She drew on her pipe and released another azure cloud before continuing.

“I always figured the world would go out with a bang. Never thought I’d live to see it though. To think today may be the day! Haerii must be crawling with all sorts of idiots beating themselves over their regrets right about now!”

She chuckled.


“Silly things.”




Voici le mot du directeur:

Meh.


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