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A peacful archepelego of floating islands... Or it used to be...

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#2012-09-22 04:43:26, as written by VindicatedPurpose

The wind suddenly grew fiercer. The morning's breeze no longer rolled with the woosh woosh that gently swirled in his ears as he listened intently during his meditations. Ezall could only wonder what harsh claw was grasping the world by its neck, threatening to cut open its jugular with a rusty knife. So harsh that it made the world scream, and the wind carried those shrieks of fear and anxiety for all to hear.

Ezall strolled down the path back to the town, the single dirt path that stretched to the plateaus being shadowed by the looming mesas. The wind brushed past him, suddenly a weird thought occurred to him. Every single second clicked away, at that very moment he was neither in the future nor the past, but the present. Yet at the same time, those steps he took several minutes again, were already history.

He simply dismissed it and continued along, shrugging the thought off. The thought returned to him once more, and he was forced to pause in his tracks. He turned to the little bits of sand scattered throughout the canyon. The rust colored land seemed to be an ocean of sand and rock.

Then, he noticed a rip in the sky, a fairly large sized hole in the distance. The rift was located among a fabric of darkened gray clouds that thundered with anger. The clouds had gathered into a bunch, which seemed a least bit odd. It was not until the appearance of malignant swirling black clouds screaming with the voice of ghouls did Ezall realize that something other than the natural course of weather was the cause of all this destruction.

Some miles away from a small town, Ezall could hear the screams of denizens in the distant. They cried out of fear, like the shrieks of woodland creatures being chased to its death by huntsmen. The scene was all too impossible to be true before his eyes, as he saw ravenous imps thrashing human corpses.

Other hellspawn creatures began ripping off chunks of human meat in huge morsels, and devouring them wholly. The flesh-eaters clawed off the heads of humans, sending geysers of blood spewing out warm red mist into the air.

Ezall turned to his left to find an imp staring at him, with a deadening hunger in its eyes. He remembered something about this in ancient lore that he used to read, unfortunately, that had been awhile ago. Not that it mattered, as the imp lunged at him with it's jaw wide open, fangs ready to snatch Ezall into the depths of hell.

Fortunately, he was quick enough to blind it with a small ball of sand. Then he pulled off the wooden stick that was strapped on his back, a stick with a pointed end which he carved himself using a knife, and with a wiping motion, he smashed apart the imp right on its neck.

The creature was out cold, but as for the others lurking ahead of Ezall, that was a different tale.

Snippet #2137606

located in Airl, a part of The Legend of the Kyuun, and the gods of Airl, one of the many universes on RPG.

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