Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Raum comes, stepping out of the shadows. Even silver he is muted here, in a world where smoke covers the sun and swallows the light into nothing. His lunar-bright lips twist as he drinks in the sight of lightning and fire. It is like a portent. A thing of destruction and horror.
The ground rattles and cries out in rippling fear. There is nothing that is still, not when the earth herself is rising. The sea frets – or does it rage? It crashes up upon the shore. It claws against the distant cliffs that wall it. Even the sea dare not remain for what is coming.
Beside him, Legion listens with even breath. Nothing stirs him, but if he pressed an ear to the beast’s scaled chest, he might hear how his heart begins to race and run and rattle in its cage of bone.
This is a world breaking and ending. Raum stands upon the shore to welcome it. He steps down into the sea to feel its fervent heat and how it thrashes against him to be gone. The sky splits and thunder laughs.
Raum is not the most dangerous thing here. Not when nature and magic begin to awaken…
***STAFF EDIT
@Raum has rolled a 1! He has been awarded +10 signos
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
