TheFirstBlade
(ID: FAM0OFwC)
10/30/2025, 12:46:58 AM
No.6325461
>>6325460
Of all the supposed calculations, ethereal graphs, skilled evaluations and prophesied estimations only a handful of powerful Mages and Scholars knew of the First City's exact arrival and had already set off to meet it.
You were in the middle of your average day when it returned. None could look away as the sky darkened to hues of pungent violet, witnessing a star bleed high in the expanse above. The right most tip of the Tidusi Constellation forever scarred as the First City descended. To the point of vacancy the Sun and shattered moon hobble, bringing forth the Three Fold Eclipse. From such a black hell as that single point a comet of vibrant aqua and Jade fell. To a great clap of thunder or applause chased a chorus of gods turning. The sky burning in its brilliance, the weak were driven mad and the old died outright of shock.
The return of the First City is witnessed by all, a cosmic timer, a turn in the age of existence brought upon the world once more. It's visual displays weren't the only ripples felt along the realms. Vast herds of Monsters and Animals migrate to avoid the coming taint, their nature ruling them beyond the idiocy of sentience.
Children born under that alien sky grow rapidly, exhibiting strength, knowledge and power beyond their years and even that of many their elder. Pathetic dregs of the magical community unworthy of a second glance bring forth ancient and forgotten magics. Simply by following their dreams, words on the wind and even using visual displays of the City's descent as inspiration. Ancient monsters stir, the divine send out their chosen and the undead rise. Madmen and Kings turn to watch, staring to the place that carried the promise of more. This is the age of change and power. For those willing to brave the otherworldly horrors can inherit more, or lose themselves to the noise of the alien.
You can feel it in the air.
And so it began for many, the marching through foreign lands, with each passing City, town and hovel more and more join the funeral procession of heroes. Those eager to throw themselves into the void.
The pull universal, casting Academic Wizards, Babbling lunatics, Cut throat bandits and even those without a shred of sin into ragged bands and parties. All with one destination and mind.
You are among them.
Of all the supposed calculations, ethereal graphs, skilled evaluations and prophesied estimations only a handful of powerful Mages and Scholars knew of the First City's exact arrival and had already set off to meet it.
You were in the middle of your average day when it returned. None could look away as the sky darkened to hues of pungent violet, witnessing a star bleed high in the expanse above. The right most tip of the Tidusi Constellation forever scarred as the First City descended. To the point of vacancy the Sun and shattered moon hobble, bringing forth the Three Fold Eclipse. From such a black hell as that single point a comet of vibrant aqua and Jade fell. To a great clap of thunder or applause chased a chorus of gods turning. The sky burning in its brilliance, the weak were driven mad and the old died outright of shock.
The return of the First City is witnessed by all, a cosmic timer, a turn in the age of existence brought upon the world once more. It's visual displays weren't the only ripples felt along the realms. Vast herds of Monsters and Animals migrate to avoid the coming taint, their nature ruling them beyond the idiocy of sentience.
Children born under that alien sky grow rapidly, exhibiting strength, knowledge and power beyond their years and even that of many their elder. Pathetic dregs of the magical community unworthy of a second glance bring forth ancient and forgotten magics. Simply by following their dreams, words on the wind and even using visual displays of the City's descent as inspiration. Ancient monsters stir, the divine send out their chosen and the undead rise. Madmen and Kings turn to watch, staring to the place that carried the promise of more. This is the age of change and power. For those willing to brave the otherworldly horrors can inherit more, or lose themselves to the noise of the alien.
You can feel it in the air.
And so it began for many, the marching through foreign lands, with each passing City, town and hovel more and more join the funeral procession of heroes. Those eager to throw themselves into the void.
The pull universal, casting Academic Wizards, Babbling lunatics, Cut throat bandits and even those without a shred of sin into ragged bands and parties. All with one destination and mind.
You are among them.