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Rhuarc
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Post subject: Storm RPQ
 Posted: May 04, 2010 - 07:09 AM
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A light rain over the Mountains of Mist becomes sleet in Katar and Arad Doman. The clouds gather faster than they disperse, piling higher and higher, pushed west and out to sea, but there are more behind them. At the Spine of the World and east, the grey skies boil and drift west. This is not where it begins, and no rain falls over the Threefold Land, though the clouds throw a pall over the bright sands. The grey skies, showing many eyes the first days, close over and thicken. In the hidden East, beyond the Spine, an inland sea is clenched in the Dark One's fist and all within it raised up into the churning air. Watery winds wheel the mud, grit and silvery flesh of fish higher and higher and throw it all west. Furrows sink great curves into the soft underbelly of cloud, denoting transverse currents. In Cairhien, a sea's worth of salt and shelled and scaled life rains like hailstones, chipping on impact, slapping and sliding down, smearing across every exposed surface.
Some say it is the Dark One's storm but the Creator's lightning: nothing withstands it. Rain pummels the land, coming down in sheets, swelling rivers, flooding lowlands while high overhead, winds clash and spark, and white fangs of lightning bite into the tinder of old forest, the soft, dry wood of tall barns filled with feed in barrels and sacks, and hay bundled into warm bales. Travel slows and much of it halts, blinded by torrents and entrenched in boggy roads. Merchants crowd their wagons and lash the wheels, stretching canvas above their distressed animals and protecting their goods any way they can.
The storm lasts ten days. The land buckles under the fury of the heavens. Some will find shelter and cower there, emerging only when the rain tapers off and the winds calm. Some brave the storm to bring loved ones to shelter. Some few add to the chaos, breaking store fronts already damaged by hail, robbing homesteads of livestock and raiding warehouses of goods waiting to be shipped or loaded on wagons. Some do much worse than thievery. Fewer still are abroad to enforce the law.
Where are you when the storm hits? How do you survive? Where are you at its end?
This is a RPQ with reward for the usual traits. RP with other players, solo RP on the forums, or RP channel your tale and then post to the forums. You have one week.
RPQ entries must be posted by Monday, May 10th. |
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