Scene 0078
I. The Destruction of Österborg[]
From Lore Master: REG
"The cool calm air swept softly through my sweet, soundless village – this is home, I thought. Its vibrant markets laid witness to the daily dealings of my people, its streets were brimming with bustling socialites and the songs of my people, its artists were truly one of the envies of the entire Solverse – this is home. But this is not home anymore.
The once inviting breeze now only breathes the flames of Österborg’s sudden desolation and destruction, choking on its endless rampage. I watch-on aimlessly helpless as chaos consumes my community. I feel as if time is frozen all around me, like whatever this is has to be a terrible nightmare and in moments there will some form of respite from this insufferable nightmare; but alas this is no dream and there will be no respite, the world around me is in freefall."
Catching my eye in the distance, it seemed as if a figure was running back towards the ferocious flames dancing eloquently throughout our humble town. As the figure nears, I make out that it’s Mathilda who has practically been family to me since my family moved here from the mainland. She skidded to a stop and scolded at the top of her lungs “Marcel, what the hell are you doing standing there!” as she started desperately dragging me from the deep grasps of Death himself.
I feel awoken by a sudden jolt of urgency radiating from deep within my being and I begin to run furiously with her from the only place I’d ever known to be home, tears souring my vision and streaming down my frozen face. Mathilda and I are surrounded by others around us crazily carrying as many personal items as they possibly could; dropping a thieves ransom of dishes, clothes, and all sorts of valuables as they frantically tried to escape the sheer horror unfolding just behind them. It was only then the harrowing realisation finally dawned upon me. Home is gone."