RE: The Primarch Keeps Breaking Things
06-18-2017, 11:27 AM
Everyone's running in the opposite direction of you, so you know you're headed the right way. Traces of your spouse's energies suffuse the air. You can feel him in the atmosphere like a shark tastes blood polluting the water. Every civilian you pass may as well be dead.
(Blackmont Village, fifteen years ago: You developed the formulae, transcribed the spells, and perfected the technique, but the 'SCR-01 incident' wouldn't have been possible without his raw power. Only he was fool enough to support your experiments.)
Another wave of mana washes over you. For the first time in a long while, dread grips cold at your gut. Long cracks spread across the ground, tripping up stampeding feet and tipping over vendors' stalls. A faint blue glow escapes them.
Something's rooted underground, drawing power from the planet. You don't know what a backwards city like Eryl's doing with a mana-powered generator of this calibre, but—
Shit. Of course. It's for the wards.
You start running. According to doe-Elana, that fountain in Town Square isn't the only warded feature of Eryl. Everything that is will explode if the generator goes critical. You don't want to imagine the casualties.
The crowd thins out as you approach Town Square. It's vacant when you arrive, and flooding, water from the ruined fountain spilling across the setts. Rubble and bodies litter the ground. A familiar figure stands silhouetted behind clouds of settling dust.
It's him, all right, your estranged spouse from your time in the Second Ring. Breathless and perspiring, you slow to a stop. You'd hoped to reunite under kinder circumstances... specifically, circumstances where your exile hadn't pitched him back into a bounty hunter's lifestyle.
The generator crackles underground. The dust begins to settle.
(Blackmont Village, fifteen years ago: You developed the formulae, transcribed the spells, and perfected the technique, but the 'SCR-01 incident' wouldn't have been possible without his raw power. Only he was fool enough to support your experiments.)
Another wave of mana washes over you. For the first time in a long while, dread grips cold at your gut. Long cracks spread across the ground, tripping up stampeding feet and tipping over vendors' stalls. A faint blue glow escapes them.
Something's rooted underground, drawing power from the planet. You don't know what a backwards city like Eryl's doing with a mana-powered generator of this calibre, but—
Shit. Of course. It's for the wards.
You start running. According to doe-Elana, that fountain in Town Square isn't the only warded feature of Eryl. Everything that is will explode if the generator goes critical. You don't want to imagine the casualties.
The crowd thins out as you approach Town Square. It's vacant when you arrive, and flooding, water from the ruined fountain spilling across the setts. Rubble and bodies litter the ground. A familiar figure stands silhouetted behind clouds of settling dust.
It's him, all right, your estranged spouse from your time in the Second Ring. Breathless and perspiring, you slow to a stop. You'd hoped to reunite under kinder circumstances... specifically, circumstances where your exile hadn't pitched him back into a bounty hunter's lifestyle.
The generator crackles underground. The dust begins to settle.
Well! This is awkward on several levels!
Will you be the first to speak? If so, how will you approach the situation?
>_
Will you be the first to speak? If so, how will you approach the situation?
>_