Storm

Joint Post: Wim, Voah, Nicholaus

Spring time brings a change of weather, the cold air colliding with the air that was being warmed by the sun. Moisture from the sea blowing in and feeding clouds that would become a thunderstorm. The first storm of the season would wash the grime and waste of the city out to sea.

Win blew through the woods whistling in the trees. Rain fell causing the grass to be slick and the ground became slick mud. The small creeks started to run fuller as the water rushed down causing. Water splashed on the rocks of falls bringing a shine to the stones.

In Aquillo, Wim watched the storm build and roll towards them. He was glad to be in a building, even a poorly built one like the Hole. He could sleep under the wagon, which while it would stop the rain would still be damp. Wim was grateful that the storm would at least knock the dust down

Fat raindrops on her eyelids coupled with distant thunder echoing across the sky brought the Arbiter from her memory, back to reality. Her skin was covered in goosebumps as a chill wind had moved in from the west.
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Fat raindrops on her eyelids coupled with distant thunder echoing across the sky brought the Arbiter from her memory, back to reality. Her skin was covered in goosebumps as a chill wind had moved in from the west.

She sat up quickly from her floating position. The candles were running short and the smoke had since cleared.

Voah quickly swathed herself in the robes and hair wrap she brought along and ascended the natural stairlike boulders to the surface. It was starting to rain harder now and she had at least a 15 minute walk back to the rectory. Lightning cracked the sky. It didn’t look like a pleasant storm so she ran until she could see the silhouettes of city banners being beaten by the intense storm wind. The creaking of a weather vane perched on a housetop in the Misty Ward signified incoming chaos.

Had she brought this storm from her visit to Cambena?

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A Pause For Introspection -

Nicholaus heard the first light drops strike the wooden slats of the Apothecary shop roof, growing to a gentle calming patter. *"The sweet breath of Spring's wind, its sweet showers, the tender shoots, and small fowls singing their melody."* He thought as he paused in studying a rather dull archaic text. The rains of Spring come to wash away the blood and the sins.

The patter accelerated to a heavy staccato, followed shortly by a rumble that shook the structure and carried to his core. He placed his tome down and moved to the window and watched the lightning flash across the sky over the Plaza. He could hear even from his workshop the waves rolling and breaking at the docks, heralding the storm's arrival over the town in full fury. It would turn streets and alleys into unpleasant knee-deep puddles and flowing mud would leave the street-cleaners with a Sisyphean task.

*"The day with clouds was sudden overcast, / And angry Gods a hideous storm of rain / Did pour." *He quoted in a low somber voice.

Tolan presented Nicholaus with a steaming cup of tea and the two stood looking out the window in silence. The dark clouds filling the horizon seemed a portent of things to come.