Seeing no one in her immediate vicinity who could assist or explain what had happened, Quill made the decision to rejoin the crowd of people heading toward the city gates. The first, panicked rush had receded, but the mass exodus had not abated. There were many individuals who were still rapidly making their way toward the exit, away from the dark sphere in the sky. Quill stepped out of the safety of the doorway and joined them, better able to maneuver now that she understood what was happening. As she moved, she kept an eye out for a guardsman or any other individual in uniform. If she spotted someone, she would stop. She could only hope they might have some idea what was going on.
Orith stood transfixed by the destruction above before snapping out of it as a few large chunks of some building falls nearby almost striking him. "No time to stand around and gawk, it's time to do the job." Lurching forward, he begins to travel along with the people towards the gates, keeping an eye out forward and glancing up to watch for falling debris, he begins to steer people along the path and pulling people out of the way of anything falling towards them.
Orith turned to check on stragglers behind him before turning back around and coming to a sudden halt as a female tiefling had stopped in front of him. "My apologies Miss, Can I help you? We should probably keep moving along to safety."
Harlan thinks for a moment trying to comprehend the current circumstances he found himself in. However, the Champion was only ever considered a gift from the god Torm. And religion was not one of Harlan's strengths. As far as he knew, Torm had decided to punish Elturel.
He finds himself in an abandoned store. There are many items left alone, stacked on the shelves. It seems that given the current circumstances, people have more pressing matters to attend that stealing from an abandoned store.
@GR_Mustang
As Woad stands there investigating. His shelter begins to be torn away leaving him exposed. His investigation also proves fruitless.
@Hafadei
Gilbert looks around and finds no sign of his mentor and captain or his squire. It seemed that they had all abandoned their posts in the panic. Fleeing for their lives.
@PerfectSnowAngel
You look around and manage to catch a glimpse of a tall man wearing plated armour. He waves a hand directing people through the gates.
@Felgrimm
"We just need to get out of here," the tiefling woman replies. "It's not safe. Will you help me?"
Gilbert dashes back to the prep area and throws on the rest of his armor and grabs his gear. Shaking his head in disbelief that a Hellrider would abandon his post! Did they not take his vows seriously, Gilbert thought. Still incredulous, Gilbert cinches his sack and runs to the stables to see if Ronnan, his reddish brown warhorse, is still there. As the buildings continue to disintegrate, he turns the corner of the armory to see the last bit of the stables being destroyed, with no Ronnan in sight.
Thinking all is lost, he runs for the east entrance to the Hellriders compound and exits just as the compound walls crumble and collapse from structural damage. He bends over with hands on his knees, breathing hard, when he hears a familiar nicker and whinnny, followed by a snort. Ronnan trots over from under a nearby tree and nudges Gilbert for attention. Gilbert gives Ronnan a firm hug before stepping an a fallen stone and throws his leg over Ronnan's wide back. He gently holds onto the horse's mane and steers Ronnan towards the exits of Elturel, and spurs Ronnan into a gallop, looking in horror at the people fleeing from the city in a flood.
There was no precedent for this, and Harlan could find no reassurance in his knowledge of the arcane. Perhaps there was an answer to this in the divine, but Harlan's interest in the gods extended only so far as a curiosity regarding their own use of magic, and the gods that specifically dealt with magic such as Mystra.
Abandoning his search for answers, he returns his focus to escaping. The crowd still pressed close out front of the store. There had to be rear entrance, surely, for taking deliveries and such. Harlan attempted to find a way to the back of the store in search of another way out.
The man in plate armor was the first person of authority she'd seen. And despite how frantic he and everyone else appeared, Quill needed to know what had happened to the Champion. If the armored man had information or knew of a way she could assist with the evacuation, then it was important she speak to him. Quill carefully worked her way through the crowd, avoiding being swept away through sheer luck. She wasn't working against the rush of people, necessarily, but it was akin to crossing a flooded river. You couldn't help but be pushed downstream by the current.
She'd been pushed some steps beyond where the armored man was standing by the time she reached his relative position in the mass of people, but she held her ground against the tide of fleeing citizens and made her way back to his side, one foot at a time. She was slammed by a merchant's basket, but managed to keep her feet. "Excuse me!" Quill knew she was interrupting. He was clearly assisting with the evacuation, but she had to know if he could answer any of her questions. "Sir! Please, do you know what's happened here? Is there any way I can help with the citizens? I'm a healer."
Damian continued his frantic ride towards the city gate, or so he thought. The commotion, buildings being torn apart and sucked away towards the black orb in the sky made it near impossible for him to keep his bearings. Suddenly a large chunk of a building crashed into the street into some of the people trying to get out of his way, but worse, his pitch-black mare was struck too, sending them both to the ground. Damian quickly scrambled to his feet to not be trampled by the rabble now swarming the streets. His steed alive but not seeming to be able to get up, likely hurt, likely in pain. He looked around in desperation, noticing a tall man wearing plated armour, seemingly directing the rabble towards the gates while talking to a blue-skinned tiefling. "I need a healer, quickly, my steed is hurt and it will be trampled to death unless cured." He says loudly in a demanding tone as he approaches them through the crowd.
While the man's voice had captured her attention, Quill had already been moving in the direction of the fallen rock. People had scrambled to move away from the projectile as it had impacted the street, but not everyone had been so lucky. There were a few individuals that had been impacted by the debris and were calling out for assistance. Digging into her pack, she pulled free her kit of supplies, digging into it for bandages and salve. "I'll do what I can." She said to the man who'd approached her. "Try to redirect the crowd while I assess those injured. Keep others from overrunning the people that were hurt."
Damian stood dumbfounded for a moment. Had the blue-skinned tiefling just told him what to do? Instead of starting to fume over that fact he quickly adapted, seeing the circumstances giving him absolutely no power to force his own will upon her. "Yes, redirect, absolutely." He responded to the tiefling. He only ever knew one tiefling, Staunch, the family's major domo at the estate north along the coast from Baldur's Gate. As he grew up he had been closer to Damian than his father had, and Damian had always had the utmost respect for the tiefling. Damian's view of tieflings was that they often were scorned for their heritage, whereas he saw the infernal taint as a precious gift, a gift that he sometimes envied, that would have made him into something else, something that would please his father.
Lost in thoughts for a moment Damian was yanked back to te present as a woman carrying a child stumbled into him. He turned to berate her, but quickly glancing between the armoured man and the tiefling he kept his calm. "That way, be careful." He said in a calm and firm voice, pointing in the direction of the nearest city gate. Seeing the woman with the child move on he wondered, his mother, did she ever hold him like that?
Damian moved alongside the blue-skinned tiefling now, trying to give her space to work as she apparently was a healer. Was it fate or had his patron brought her in his way. He glanced down at her as she tended to the wounded. He was hoping she would find time for his steed soon, before the entire city was sucked into the black hole in the sky.
On the back of Ronnan, you gallop through the streets of the remains of Elturel. You rush past many people who are still trying to find a way to escape. However, you know that you cannot save them all, and the people who have made it outside the city will need someone to protect them.
@EMIW
At the back of the store, you find a secret tunnel. It is possible that the tunnel leads out of the city. Perhaps it has been used to smuggle goods into the city to avoid paying taxes. On the other hand, the tunnel could go the opposite direction, it could lead to the centre of the city. And even if it did lead to the outside the city, there is always the possibility that the tunnel has collapsed trapping you down there underground. Still, you would be able to avoid any falling rubble whilst beneath the ground.
@GR_Mustang
You look around you and see many people suffering and in need of help. Yet, as you stand there looking, you feel your guide urging you to escape, to live and fight another day.
@PerfectSnowAngel
The man shakes his head, "No one has any idea, but we couldn't find the High Observer either. If you can heal, then it's best you get out of here. There will be people outside the city that will need healing. Save yourself first, then help the rest. I fear anyone left here will only be doomed to any fate the gods have decided for us."
Nearby a man shouts "Look out!"
Before you can react, the solider looks up and sees falling debris heading your way. He pushes you out of the way but it leaves him in the path of the debris. He is crushed and dies instantly.
You get up and leave the crushed soldier heading in the direction of the other falling rock. The soldier's words still ringing in your ears.
@Oberon99
You stand there for a moment watching as the tiefling continued to help those she could. However, you also realise that the situation in the city was becoming increasingly risky and dire. Perhaps you should both just get out of the city. How would your patron react if you were to perish with everyone else in the city? Would you be free from your contract or would you serve him forever more in the lower planes?
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Seeing the soldier crushed beneath the falling rock, Damian turned to the blue-skinned teifling. "Listen to the man, you are very brave but you need to leave now. Help my steed and it will carry us both out of this cataclysm."He pleaded, glancing between the tiefling and his suffering pitch-black mare.
In a rear store room, Harlan sees a set of shelves has been hastily dragged away from a wall, items fallen from it onto the floor. Behind it, an entrance opens before him, and just behind it a set of stairs leading down into darkness. A secret passage, presumably used by the store keeper to get goods into the city without them being inspected, or a need to pay tax. Which must mean... a way out.
He moved to enter the tunnel, then paused. The dark portal felt like a great mouth, ready to swallow him whole, the tunnel one long shadow into which he felt he might disappear forever. As he stood wavering over what to do, a huge crash from outside shook the building, dust and wood splinters raining down on him, and he heard screams from the street. Better an uncertain danger which may not exist than a certain danger which was destroying the city around him. Picking nervously at a loose thread on his robes, he gingerly stepped down into the dark passage.
Gilbert gallops through the city dodging falling debris and tries to warn all to flee out the city gates and find refuge in the trees. He continually scans for more of his brethren hoping against hope that some are alive and they have held true to their pledge to the Creed.
He scoops a small boy crying for his parents that are obviously dead, and places him on the horse in front of him. The boy stops crying long enough to turn around, incredulous that he is on the same horse as a Hellrider. Before he reaches the gates he has gathered three more children, and slowed his horse to a careful trot. As he reaches the gates he uses his Hellrider authority he calls for an orderly withdrawal to the forest. Hoping that someone is organizing the refugees. He hands down the children to a group of men and women that seem to be attending to newly orphaned children. He continues to direct people leaving the city to the comparative safety of the nearby woods.
Orith nods at the woman as they turn and head for the gates. "Let's get you to safety." He continues to keep watch for falling debris as well as conducting traffic as needed to keep everyone safe.
You all make it out of the city gate before the black orb in the sky reaches its peak in strength. The city has disappeared and all that's left is a huge crater where the city used to be. In the sky, the black orb has disappeared. The humming sound it was emitting has also faded leaving everything seemingly quiet.
All around you are the people who made it out of the city. And whilst their numbers are large, it is still only a small portion of the population of the city. Some people are talking amongst themselves, others are crying, and others just simply stare into the crater. There is a sense that all of these people, once again, know what loss is. Yet, they do not know what to do with themselves.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
The tunnel felt so long, and the dark, damp walls pressed in around Harlan as he walked down the passage. A pair of grooves worn into the floor showed the frequent use of a cart of some kind, and at one point he found a leather cuirass fallen to one side. Distant thuds above ground reminded him keenly of the very present danger, and he struggled into the armour, reasoning that he could use all the protection he could get.*
As he finished, the thuds of falling masonry gave way to a cracking noise, and the ground beneath him began to shake, as if it were as nervous as he. Spurred on by this change in events, Harlan began to jog, and then run, picking up the skirts of his robes, and panting fled the remaining length of the tunnel, emerging into a barn or warehouse of some sort.
The cracking stopped, the shaking stopped. He turned to look back down the tunnel, but froze at the sight. The tunnel had gone - the doorway just a few feet away from him opened onto the very edge of a crater a mile across, maybe more. The whole city of Elturel had been removed from the Heartlands. No ruins lay in the crater or around the rim, it was just gone.
The sudden silence chilled Harlan, and he backed away from the door onto that terrible sight until he found a wall and another door. Exiting, he found himself by the river. A boat floated nearby, packed with goods ready to go downriver. Harlan had been wrong, the tunnel wasn't for getting items into the city, but out, to the river for transport to Balder's Gate, Elturel's great rival. A middle-aged man with mutton chops stood by the boat, staring past Harlan at the empty space where his city once stood.
*I wanted some explanation of why a scholarly type like Harlan would be wearing armour from his Starting Equipment, I'm not just giving myself free stuff, promise!
Gilbert continues to scan the crowds for any of his Hellrider brethren and asks all that he comes across if they have seen any other Hellriders escape the destruction.
Seeing no one in her immediate vicinity who could assist or explain what had happened, Quill made the decision to rejoin the crowd of people heading toward the city gates. The first, panicked rush had receded, but the mass exodus had not abated. There were many individuals who were still rapidly making their way toward the exit, away from the dark sphere in the sky. Quill stepped out of the safety of the doorway and joined them, better able to maneuver now that she understood what was happening. As she moved, she kept an eye out for a guardsman or any other individual in uniform. If she spotted someone, she would stop. She could only hope they might have some idea what was going on.
Orith stood transfixed by the destruction above before snapping out of it as a few large chunks of some building falls nearby almost striking him. "No time to stand around and gawk, it's time to do the job." Lurching forward, he begins to travel along with the people towards the gates, keeping an eye out forward and glancing up to watch for falling debris, he begins to steer people along the path and pulling people out of the way of anything falling towards them.
Orith turned to check on stragglers behind him before turning back around and coming to a sudden halt as a female tiefling had stopped in front of him. "My apologies Miss, Can I help you? We should probably keep moving along to safety."
@EMIW
Harlan thinks for a moment trying to comprehend the current circumstances he found himself in. However, the Champion was only ever considered a gift from the god Torm. And religion was not one of Harlan's strengths. As far as he knew, Torm had decided to punish Elturel.
He finds himself in an abandoned store. There are many items left alone, stacked on the shelves. It seems that given the current circumstances, people have more pressing matters to attend that stealing from an abandoned store.
@GR_Mustang
As Woad stands there investigating. His shelter begins to be torn away leaving him exposed. His investigation also proves fruitless.
@Hafadei
Gilbert looks around and finds no sign of his mentor and captain or his squire. It seemed that they had all abandoned their posts in the panic. Fleeing for their lives.
@PerfectSnowAngel
You look around and manage to catch a glimpse of a tall man wearing plated armour. He waves a hand directing people through the gates.
@Felgrimm
"We just need to get out of here," the tiefling woman replies. "It's not safe. Will you help me?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Gilbert dashes back to the prep area and throws on the rest of his armor and grabs his gear. Shaking his head in disbelief that a Hellrider would abandon his post! Did they not take his vows seriously, Gilbert thought. Still incredulous, Gilbert cinches his sack and runs to the stables to see if Ronnan, his reddish brown warhorse, is still there. As the buildings continue to disintegrate, he turns the corner of the armory to see the last bit of the stables being destroyed, with no Ronnan in sight.
Thinking all is lost, he runs for the east entrance to the Hellriders compound and exits just as the compound walls crumble and collapse from structural damage. He bends over with hands on his knees, breathing hard, when he hears a familiar nicker and whinnny, followed by a snort. Ronnan trots over from under a nearby tree and nudges Gilbert for attention. Gilbert gives Ronnan a firm hug before stepping an a fallen stone and throws his leg over Ronnan's wide back. He gently holds onto the horse's mane and steers Ronnan towards the exits of Elturel, and spurs Ronnan into a gallop, looking in horror at the people fleeing from the city in a flood.
There was no precedent for this, and Harlan could find no reassurance in his knowledge of the arcane. Perhaps there was an answer to this in the divine, but Harlan's interest in the gods extended only so far as a curiosity regarding their own use of magic, and the gods that specifically dealt with magic such as Mystra.
Abandoning his search for answers, he returns his focus to escaping. The crowd still pressed close out front of the store. There had to be rear entrance, surely, for taking deliveries and such. Harlan attempted to find a way to the back of the store in search of another way out.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Woad looks for anyone needing assistance, see someone he will help, seeing none he would move to escape as well.
D&D since 1984
The man in plate armor was the first person of authority she'd seen. And despite how frantic he and everyone else appeared, Quill needed to know what had happened to the Champion. If the armored man had information or knew of a way she could assist with the evacuation, then it was important she speak to him. Quill carefully worked her way through the crowd, avoiding being swept away through sheer luck. She wasn't working against the rush of people, necessarily, but it was akin to crossing a flooded river. You couldn't help but be pushed downstream by the current.
She'd been pushed some steps beyond where the armored man was standing by the time she reached his relative position in the mass of people, but she held her ground against the tide of fleeing citizens and made her way back to his side, one foot at a time. She was slammed by a merchant's basket, but managed to keep her feet. "Excuse me!" Quill knew she was interrupting. He was clearly assisting with the evacuation, but she had to know if he could answer any of her questions. "Sir! Please, do you know what's happened here? Is there any way I can help with the citizens? I'm a healer."
Damian continued his frantic ride towards the city gate, or so he thought. The commotion, buildings being torn apart and sucked away towards the black orb in the sky made it near impossible for him to keep his bearings. Suddenly a large chunk of a building crashed into the street into some of the people trying to get out of his way, but worse, his pitch-black mare was struck too, sending them both to the ground. Damian quickly scrambled to his feet to not be trampled by the rabble now swarming the streets. His steed alive but not seeming to be able to get up, likely hurt, likely in pain. He looked around in desperation, noticing a tall man wearing plated armour, seemingly directing the rabble towards the gates while talking to a blue-skinned tiefling. "I need a healer, quickly, my steed is hurt and it will be trampled to death unless cured." He says loudly in a demanding tone as he approaches them through the crowd.
While the man's voice had captured her attention, Quill had already been moving in the direction of the fallen rock. People had scrambled to move away from the projectile as it had impacted the street, but not everyone had been so lucky. There were a few individuals that had been impacted by the debris and were calling out for assistance. Digging into her pack, she pulled free her kit of supplies, digging into it for bandages and salve. "I'll do what I can." She said to the man who'd approached her. "Try to redirect the crowd while I assess those injured. Keep others from overrunning the people that were hurt."
Damian stood dumbfounded for a moment. Had the blue-skinned tiefling just told him what to do? Instead of starting to fume over that fact he quickly adapted, seeing the circumstances giving him absolutely no power to force his own will upon her. "Yes, redirect, absolutely." He responded to the tiefling. He only ever knew one tiefling, Staunch, the family's major domo at the estate north along the coast from Baldur's Gate. As he grew up he had been closer to Damian than his father had, and Damian had always had the utmost respect for the tiefling. Damian's view of tieflings was that they often were scorned for their heritage, whereas he saw the infernal taint as a precious gift, a gift that he sometimes envied, that would have made him into something else, something that would please his father.
Lost in thoughts for a moment Damian was yanked back to te present as a woman carrying a child stumbled into him. He turned to berate her, but quickly glancing between the armoured man and the tiefling he kept his calm. "That way, be careful." He said in a calm and firm voice, pointing in the direction of the nearest city gate. Seeing the woman with the child move on he wondered, his mother, did she ever hold him like that?
Damian moved alongside the blue-skinned tiefling now, trying to give her space to work as she apparently was a healer. Was it fate or had his patron brought her in his way. He glanced down at her as she tended to the wounded. He was hoping she would find time for his steed soon, before the entire city was sucked into the black hole in the sky.
@Hafadei
On the back of Ronnan, you gallop through the streets of the remains of Elturel. You rush past many people who are still trying to find a way to escape. However, you know that you cannot save them all, and the people who have made it outside the city will need someone to protect them.
@EMIW
At the back of the store, you find a secret tunnel. It is possible that the tunnel leads out of the city. Perhaps it has been used to smuggle goods into the city to avoid paying taxes. On the other hand, the tunnel could go the opposite direction, it could lead to the centre of the city. And even if it did lead to the outside the city, there is always the possibility that the tunnel has collapsed trapping you down there underground. Still, you would be able to avoid any falling rubble whilst beneath the ground.
@GR_Mustang
You look around you and see many people suffering and in need of help. Yet, as you stand there looking, you feel your guide urging you to escape, to live and fight another day.
@PerfectSnowAngel
The man shakes his head, "No one has any idea, but we couldn't find the High Observer either. If you can heal, then it's best you get out of here. There will be people outside the city that will need healing. Save yourself first, then help the rest. I fear anyone left here will only be doomed to any fate the gods have decided for us."
Nearby a man shouts "Look out!"
Before you can react, the solider looks up and sees falling debris heading your way. He pushes you out of the way but it leaves him in the path of the debris. He is crushed and dies instantly.
You get up and leave the crushed soldier heading in the direction of the other falling rock. The soldier's words still ringing in your ears.
@Oberon99
You stand there for a moment watching as the tiefling continued to help those she could. However, you also realise that the situation in the city was becoming increasingly risky and dire. Perhaps you should both just get out of the city. How would your patron react if you were to perish with everyone else in the city? Would you be free from your contract or would you serve him forever more in the lower planes?
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Seeing the soldier crushed beneath the falling rock, Damian turned to the blue-skinned teifling. "Listen to the man, you are very brave but you need to leave now. Help my steed and it will carry us both out of this cataclysm." He pleaded, glancing between the tiefling and his suffering pitch-black mare.
In a rear store room, Harlan sees a set of shelves has been hastily dragged away from a wall, items fallen from it onto the floor. Behind it, an entrance opens before him, and just behind it a set of stairs leading down into darkness. A secret passage, presumably used by the store keeper to get goods into the city without them being inspected, or a need to pay tax. Which must mean... a way out.
He moved to enter the tunnel, then paused. The dark portal felt like a great mouth, ready to swallow him whole, the tunnel one long shadow into which he felt he might disappear forever. As he stood wavering over what to do, a huge crash from outside shook the building, dust and wood splinters raining down on him, and he heard screams from the street. Better an uncertain danger which may not exist than a certain danger which was destroying the city around him. Picking nervously at a loose thread on his robes, he gingerly stepped down into the dark passage.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Woad will grab a fallen person over his shoulder and run for the exit.
D&D since 1984
Gilbert gallops through the city dodging falling debris and tries to warn all to flee out the city gates and find refuge in the trees. He continually scans for more of his brethren hoping against hope that some are alive and they have held true to their pledge to the Creed.
He scoops a small boy crying for his parents that are obviously dead, and places him on the horse in front of him. The boy stops crying long enough to turn around, incredulous that he is on the same horse as a Hellrider. Before he reaches the gates he has gathered three more children, and slowed his horse to a careful trot. As he reaches the gates he uses his Hellrider authority he calls for an orderly withdrawal to the forest. Hoping that someone is organizing the refugees. He hands down the children to a group of men and women that seem to be attending to newly orphaned children. He continues to direct people leaving the city to the comparative safety of the nearby woods.
Orith nods at the woman as they turn and head for the gates. "Let's get you to safety." He continues to keep watch for falling debris as well as conducting traffic as needed to keep everyone safe.
You all make it out of the city gate before the black orb in the sky reaches its peak in strength. The city has disappeared and all that's left is a huge crater where the city used to be. In the sky, the black orb has disappeared. The humming sound it was emitting has also faded leaving everything seemingly quiet.
All around you are the people who made it out of the city. And whilst their numbers are large, it is still only a small portion of the population of the city. Some people are talking amongst themselves, others are crying, and others just simply stare into the crater. There is a sense that all of these people, once again, know what loss is. Yet, they do not know what to do with themselves.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
The tunnel felt so long, and the dark, damp walls pressed in around Harlan as he walked down the passage. A pair of grooves worn into the floor showed the frequent use of a cart of some kind, and at one point he found a leather cuirass fallen to one side. Distant thuds above ground reminded him keenly of the very present danger, and he struggled into the armour, reasoning that he could use all the protection he could get.*
As he finished, the thuds of falling masonry gave way to a cracking noise, and the ground beneath him began to shake, as if it were as nervous as he. Spurred on by this change in events, Harlan began to jog, and then run, picking up the skirts of his robes, and panting fled the remaining length of the tunnel, emerging into a barn or warehouse of some sort.
The cracking stopped, the shaking stopped. He turned to look back down the tunnel, but froze at the sight. The tunnel had gone - the doorway just a few feet away from him opened onto the very edge of a crater a mile across, maybe more. The whole city of Elturel had been removed from the Heartlands. No ruins lay in the crater or around the rim, it was just gone.
The sudden silence chilled Harlan, and he backed away from the door onto that terrible sight until he found a wall and another door. Exiting, he found himself by the river. A boat floated nearby, packed with goods ready to go downriver. Harlan had been wrong, the tunnel wasn't for getting items into the city, but out, to the river for transport to Balder's Gate, Elturel's great rival. A middle-aged man with mutton chops stood by the boat, staring past Harlan at the empty space where his city once stood.
*I wanted some explanation of why a scholarly type like Harlan would be wearing armour from his Starting Equipment, I'm not just giving myself free stuff, promise!
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Gilbert continues to scan the crowds for any of his Hellrider brethren and asks all that he comes across if they have seen any other Hellriders escape the destruction.
Woad walks up to Gilbert, a fellow Hellrider, and says "Are you ok? What's going on?"
D&D since 1984