Today is the 18th of Dvarsh, 194 years after the Coming of Estarra. The
phase of
the moon is that of the Waning Crescent.

Current events stand thus in the basin as we all ponder them.

Flashes of fire erupt over Bondero Bay, sending great gouts of steam
into the
air as the rolling flames draw closer to Nyalia.

Archmage Marinus shouts, "By the Lords of Tide, who are you! What are
you doing!
Be gone from this place

Dark thunderclouds form above the Arysian Isles and release a violent
downpour
of hail and angry needles of rain, as sheets of elemental water arc up
from the
bay in giant waves to crash against the rocky shores of Nyalia.

Archmage Marinus shouts, "N-no! Stay away! By the Grace of Holy Elohora,
I
command you!"

A loud boom detonates over Bondero Bay, followed by the screams of
merians.
Clouds of thick black smoke rise up into the sky.

*Note: Several pools of lava all over the island.

. The waters of Bondero Bay roil and churn, as vast fires scorch across
the
surface towards the Arysian Isles.

The fearsome roars of gorgogs rises up from Itecia, quickly turning into
howls
of pain and agony as powerful magics rip through the ruins in a
torrential rain
of flame and death.

The gorgog's voice is suddenly cut short as a fiery pillar rises up from
the
Arysian Isles, scouring the earth and sending the wildlife fleeing in
terror.


After some time the Merians have returned all but Marinus.




Penned by my hand on the 18th of Dvarsh, in the year 194 CE.