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OOC NOTE: This is an event witnessed by one person. Nobody knows in Character.
Rowing between the ice chunks in the ocean, the Frozen Passage to the Frozen Waste, a lone fisherman whistled a Northerne tune as he looked at his catch for the day. He caught two large Lancebassons, they would keep his family fed for a whole week! The fisherman, which happens to be the same fisherman who witnessed the Frozen Passage clear up the day the Dark Banshee was killed, heard some splashing around him, but he paid no heed to it. The splashing came closer, this time it peaked his interest and he turned to his left to see where it came from. Suddenly out of nowhere, two fleets of ships came sailing from the southeast, flying the banners of the Hadravian State in front and some Qadir warships in pursuit. The fisherman hastily turned his boat and tried to row in the opposite direction. Then when he was rowing away from the Frozen waste in the far distance towards the shore of Ellador behind him, he noticed something peculiar.
The Frozen Waste had always caused a sort of illumination at the horizon, due to the sun reflecting off the ice and the snow. This time however it was radiating more light than it normally would, blue balls of light were dancing up and down along the coastline. Then abruptly, the wind ceased. The fisherman could see the Qadir equally surprised on their ships, the Hadravians turned around their ships, now forced to fight. As the cannons shoved forward, the battle began and fires raged between the ships. The Fisherman grabbed his looking glass to watch the battle closer by, though he noticed something more peculiar beyond the raging battle. Between the masts and the ships exploding, he could see the lights on the Frozen Wastes expand and then suddenly dissipate, followed by what almost looked like an avalanche.
But there were no mountains. A thick ghastly white fog raced ever closer like a fume stream from a volcano, faster than any moving object. As it came into view of the ships, various lights lit up from within the fog, though not illuminating it enough to actually see what was inside. They swarmed around the ships, the winds which were before filled with cannon fire and shouts became filled with agonizing screams, the sounds of wood creaking and other horrors. The Fisherman instinctively grabbed one of the fishes, hugged it to his chest and lay down flat on his back in his rowboat. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, though in reality was less than thirty seconds. The sounds then abruptly ended. He remained frozen for a good two more minutes before finally gathering the courage to peek over the edge of his rowboat.
What he saw was utter destruction, the ships were nearly all frozen solid, the wood had lost all color and the whole two fleets looked like a spider's web during a frozen morning, solid, haunting and quiet. To the left, the fisherman saw the fog dissipate, haunting shapes almost became visible levitating above the water with elegance. One large thing, a female shape seemingly made out of stone with bright lit eyes and a crown of tangled frozen thorns turned its head to look at the Fisherman before turning its gaze to the land, pointing at nothing in particular after which the whole host of "things" levitated to the land and disappeared beyond the treeline.
When the Fisherman came home, he packed his bags and has his family prepare for a trip. They were going to hide in Uncle Fritz's cave. He wasn't dealing with this stuff.
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Rowing between the ice chunks in the ocean, the Frozen Passage to the Frozen Waste, a lone fisherman whistled a Northerne tune as he looked at his catch for the day. He caught two large Lancebassons, they would keep his family fed for a whole week! The fisherman, which happens to be the same fisherman who witnessed the Frozen Passage clear up the day the Dark Banshee was killed, heard some splashing around him, but he paid no heed to it. The splashing came closer, this time it peaked his interest and he turned to his left to see where it came from. Suddenly out of nowhere, two fleets of ships came sailing from the southeast, flying the banners of the Hadravian State in front and some Qadir warships in pursuit. The fisherman hastily turned his boat and tried to row in the opposite direction. Then when he was rowing away from the Frozen waste in the far distance towards the shore of Ellador behind him, he noticed something peculiar.
The Frozen Waste had always caused a sort of illumination at the horizon, due to the sun reflecting off the ice and the snow. This time however it was radiating more light than it normally would, blue balls of light were dancing up and down along the coastline. Then abruptly, the wind ceased. The fisherman could see the Qadir equally surprised on their ships, the Hadravians turned around their ships, now forced to fight. As the cannons shoved forward, the battle began and fires raged between the ships. The Fisherman grabbed his looking glass to watch the battle closer by, though he noticed something more peculiar beyond the raging battle. Between the masts and the ships exploding, he could see the lights on the Frozen Wastes expand and then suddenly dissipate, followed by what almost looked like an avalanche.
But there were no mountains. A thick ghastly white fog raced ever closer like a fume stream from a volcano, faster than any moving object. As it came into view of the ships, various lights lit up from within the fog, though not illuminating it enough to actually see what was inside. They swarmed around the ships, the winds which were before filled with cannon fire and shouts became filled with agonizing screams, the sounds of wood creaking and other horrors. The Fisherman instinctively grabbed one of the fishes, hugged it to his chest and lay down flat on his back in his rowboat. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, though in reality was less than thirty seconds. The sounds then abruptly ended. He remained frozen for a good two more minutes before finally gathering the courage to peek over the edge of his rowboat.
What he saw was utter destruction, the ships were nearly all frozen solid, the wood had lost all color and the whole two fleets looked like a spider's web during a frozen morning, solid, haunting and quiet. To the left, the fisherman saw the fog dissipate, haunting shapes almost became visible levitating above the water with elegance. One large thing, a female shape seemingly made out of stone with bright lit eyes and a crown of tangled frozen thorns turned its head to look at the Fisherman before turning its gaze to the land, pointing at nothing in particular after which the whole host of "things" levitated to the land and disappeared beyond the treeline.
When the Fisherman came home, he packed his bags and has his family prepare for a trip. They were going to hide in Uncle Fritz's cave. He wasn't dealing with this stuff.
