Trapped
The sun has gone dark- Our city’s own shield has been turned inward- We cannot get out.
The air has turned dry, the winds are picking up. Stepping outside is too dangerous; but there is something that is stalking our halls. Something is in the dark.
What is going on? Why is this happening?
Why have our Lords abandoned us?
Are they even still alive?
Background
Translated scraps from an ancient journal, which itself crumbled to dust when disturbed, apart from these fragments. Scholers keep these shreds of parchment pressed and preserved in their library, only to be touched by the most trusted among them. It is a concern that to frequent handling may cause these peices to crumble as well.It can only be assumed what sort of disaster the words describe, but the mention of high winds make the most likely conclusion either a tornado or a sandstorm.
Type
Journal, Personal
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