Post by Rhyldrin Ken'rae on Dec 23, 2015 9:22:52 GMT -5
For almost a year the adventurers of Arith have been moving from one nation to another dealing with the strange sounds and geological disturbances since the Triple Moon Eclipse. What started with adventurers from the Obsidian Heart in the Thanes desert has finally marched the length of Tenebrus, from Madder to the Knockskull Mountains of Alzorc. Over half a dozen beasts have been encountered during the vast travels, creatures of massive power and proportions when compared to what one would considered “normal” in the lands of Arith, with nearly all of them being vanquished in the encounters that ensued. Even if though the actions of the adventurers brought about a greater calamity than needed the ferocity and feral nature of most of the monsters left them little other choice. It was with the death of a gigantic frost mammoth in the great expanse of the Slipfoot Tundra in Kullyr that the severity of the situation, that the true danger, was revealed to Arith.
A roar, so loud that they would later find thousands of dead animals and people too weak to withstand it, erupted from beneath the Knockskull Mountains. Though it was hard to confirm there were rumors, after the events that followed, that Arithians as far south Sarkotos and Kyngfeld had also heard the bellow that day. The ground cracked and heaved for as far as the eye could see, sheets of ice hundreds feet deep tearing apart before half fell toward the depths of the earth while the other half lifted up toward the heavens. The violence the world felt that day was terrible and it would take several years before enough people developed new words in their languages to even come close to describing the terror of watching the surface of the world ripple and shift as if it were nothing more than a thin sheet of morning ice atop a stormy lake in late fall. The flooding from Lake Shivering along the opposite banks also killed hundreds, the exact height of the tidal wave that came crashing into land was never determined but if only a fraction of the exaggerations are accurate then it is surprising the lake wasn’t emptied. After what seemed like hours of the world shaking and several more roars of rage everything gradually became still and soundless. Arith still moaned in pain as the cracking of ice, rock, and ground echoed around northern Tenebrus, the resettling of the surface crying out like broken bones being reset.
When things seemed, even if it was unbelievable, to have finally calmed down, just as the group (or most of them) were beginning to feel that whatever the source had been was now gone, everything the world over paused as if time itself stopped. Nothing existed for a split second before reality came rushing back in with an explosive howl that was met by the eruption of one of the very peaks of the Knockskulls. Boulders as big as castles were launched into the skies, disappearing above the clouds before crashing back down to earth with ground pulverizing force. Smaller chunks of mountain and dust plumed up toward the great expanse of space above the world, but where one would expect to see fire and lava pouring out of the shattered mountain, there was only darkness. A darkness that gradually grew not only in size but in definition, the sound of monstrous pieces of metal being torn apart growing louder with the growth. The massive trunk of dirt and dust that was still reaching for the sky began to swirl and eddy from movement within its center as more more metallic tearing echoed across the landscape before being replaced by what sounded like a wind cave larger than any of them had ever seen. A whirlpool appeared in the center of the twisting trunk before a triumphant bellow tore at what was left of their ears and minds, the very act blowing away the pillar of debris in all directions to reveal the hulking, heaving, and sneering form of the Arithian nightmare. Extending his arms out, as if basking in his own glory, he let out a string of penetrating words in an unknown language (can be determined, or at least partially, during the quest) that while seemingly unique was a bit familiar to some. While the words weren’t known the meaning was pretty clear as that sneer only grew; The God Titan had returned!
A roar, so loud that they would later find thousands of dead animals and people too weak to withstand it, erupted from beneath the Knockskull Mountains. Though it was hard to confirm there were rumors, after the events that followed, that Arithians as far south Sarkotos and Kyngfeld had also heard the bellow that day. The ground cracked and heaved for as far as the eye could see, sheets of ice hundreds feet deep tearing apart before half fell toward the depths of the earth while the other half lifted up toward the heavens. The violence the world felt that day was terrible and it would take several years before enough people developed new words in their languages to even come close to describing the terror of watching the surface of the world ripple and shift as if it were nothing more than a thin sheet of morning ice atop a stormy lake in late fall. The flooding from Lake Shivering along the opposite banks also killed hundreds, the exact height of the tidal wave that came crashing into land was never determined but if only a fraction of the exaggerations are accurate then it is surprising the lake wasn’t emptied. After what seemed like hours of the world shaking and several more roars of rage everything gradually became still and soundless. Arith still moaned in pain as the cracking of ice, rock, and ground echoed around northern Tenebrus, the resettling of the surface crying out like broken bones being reset.
When things seemed, even if it was unbelievable, to have finally calmed down, just as the group (or most of them) were beginning to feel that whatever the source had been was now gone, everything the world over paused as if time itself stopped. Nothing existed for a split second before reality came rushing back in with an explosive howl that was met by the eruption of one of the very peaks of the Knockskulls. Boulders as big as castles were launched into the skies, disappearing above the clouds before crashing back down to earth with ground pulverizing force. Smaller chunks of mountain and dust plumed up toward the great expanse of space above the world, but where one would expect to see fire and lava pouring out of the shattered mountain, there was only darkness. A darkness that gradually grew not only in size but in definition, the sound of monstrous pieces of metal being torn apart growing louder with the growth. The massive trunk of dirt and dust that was still reaching for the sky began to swirl and eddy from movement within its center as more more metallic tearing echoed across the landscape before being replaced by what sounded like a wind cave larger than any of them had ever seen. A whirlpool appeared in the center of the twisting trunk before a triumphant bellow tore at what was left of their ears and minds, the very act blowing away the pillar of debris in all directions to reveal the hulking, heaving, and sneering form of the Arithian nightmare. Extending his arms out, as if basking in his own glory, he let out a string of penetrating words in an unknown language (can be determined, or at least partially, during the quest) that while seemingly unique was a bit familiar to some. While the words weren’t known the meaning was pretty clear as that sneer only grew; The God Titan had returned!
