Snippet #2706458

Dextrii was busying himself with the day's agenda, pouring over scrolls and tomes that held information about various trade routes, citizen reports, and crime logs. He rubbed at his temples, the sudden workload was a lot to take care of, but he had to keep reminding himself that he chose to take up the mantle as Jarl of Windcrest, and it was his duty to see to its affairs.

As he held a scroll containing shipment information close to his face to get a better look, a sound shook through the halls, a quaking presence that shifted the entire earth around him. He slammed the scroll to the table, steadying himself on the edges. He gave an alarmed look at his Housecarl, Ghalok, who was already standing at the ready, his stance wide to prevent him from falling. "Something's happened, Ghalok. I want you to see to it that whatever it is, our citizen's make it to a safe area. Rally them at once, and begin the march if you must." Ghalok nodded, snorting as he broke into a trot out into the street's of Windcrest. Dextrii made for his throne, where, on the back, rested his personal staff. He gripped the wood, immediately assailed with the magical energy it possessed, and wheeled around, making his own way out into the streets.

Once he was outside, it was more apparent what had happened. The Volcano near Windcrest had become volatile. The ash clouds that descended toward his hold alerted him of that. Already, Ghalok was helping scared citizens load their families and belongings onto carts drawn by horse, and make their way to the opposite of the Volcano. His heart rate quickened, this was certainly a mountainous first task as his role of Jarl, but he planned to face it head on.

"Ghalok! Continue the evacuation, make sure nobody is left behind. I'll slow the eruption best I can while you lead them to safety!" He barked over the screaming crowd. Ghalok simply continued what he was doing. Calm, cool and collected. With that, Dextrii strode for the limit walls of his hold, his staff forging a path through the crowd.

As he made for the city limits, he chanted under his breath a spell of incredible warding, and he could feel the staff start to sap at his energy as the power required to fuel the spell was drawn from him. He felt short of breath, but he kept chanting. A luminescent barrier began to creep around the edge of the wall, slithering slowly upward, until it formed a barrier the length of the entire wall of Windcrest. It was positioned just to cover the flank that would be immediately hit by the volcano