end of the world
The Shattering: Shryndael
The Magister was balanced on a pinnacle of some sort, the sharp points digging into her feet through the soles of her sturdy boots. As she balanced, the water elemental bound to her, Vssshplosh, circled her. Which made no sense, as she was on a pinnacle and he wasn't an air elemental.
It didn't matter. He circled her, making her twist about on the sharp spire, trying to follow him as he moved. He didn't flow in one simple direction, but frequently did about-faces and went in the opposite direction. His water was dark with dirt and bright with fire, whipped into a frothing frenzy by wind.
It was all wrong. And the whole time, he screamed - if elementals could scream - his message to her, fast in the fluid tongue of the water element, too fast for her to make sense of words and meanings that sounded like the ocean and rivers and rapids.
Games
GAMES
“It’s the end of the world,” the man sitting beside me says. He’s young, a few decades older than I. His skin is tanned, his arms strong and crossed over his chest.
This is Madness!
((Warning, some wrathgate spoilers may be within. Don't read if you aren't willing to have at least a little revealed.))
Taneel let out a roar of anger and punched the rocks before him. His gauntlet was long since been pounded into little more than scrap metal, and his hand was bleeding badly, but in his anger and pain he noticed neither. This was his hell come alive. The events at Wrathgate had pained him to the point of numbness, but that was nothing next to the king’s madness. The fool sought to doom the entire Alliance.
