DORULL STORIES - SERVANTS OF THE PRIMEVAL ROT
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CHAPTER 2
The sky above the Amn'oaz flared in bright, white light. It seemed it was day again. Which was impossible, since it was still the middle of the night. It shone for a few seconds, before it faded into darkness.
The phenomenon was observed by some fifty odd halflings. As soon as the light faded, so did their interest in it. They were now more eager to find a place to sleep, except Vindal Coramin, Sumen soldier, on whom befell the duty of guarding his village. He kept looking, because, beside the bright light, he also noticed something else. A large, irregular shape, which simply appeared after the light phenomenon vanished.
He could clearly discern its contours, covering the clearly visible stars, with its dark surface. Vindal stared at the object for over two minutes now, when he suddenly noticed something else. It was moving. Coming closer. Becoming bigger. Heading towards them.
“Alert! Alert!” Vindal yelled.
“Alert!” he shouted once more, sliding down the flimsy tower.
“What is going on?!” The Chieftain rushed from his hut, still half asleep “Are we under attack?”
“N-no.” Vindal said breathing heavily, as he met him in the middle of the dusty square.
More and more people joined them with every passing second.
“What then?” the chieftain scowled, displeased his sleep was interrupted.
“That.” Vindal pointed upwards.
Hundreds of heads turned in the direction the soldier pointed out. At first they couldn’t spot a thing, but then the movement of the shape became apparent, revealing the enormous object in the sky above them.
“What is that?” Chieftain asked.
“I have no idea.” Vindal answered “It appeared shortly after the strange flash of light.
“Am I imagining, or is that thing coming straight for us?” Chieftain asked.
Vindal had no chance to answer. Because in that exact moment, the object changed its appearance.
“Look!” someone screamed “It is on fire!”
Everyone raised their heads again. And indeed, the object was now surrounded by an enormous fireball.
“It is the sun!” another screeching voice came from the masses “The sun is falling on our heads!”
The cacophony of screams erupted over the village.
“Run!” several women cried “Save yourselves!”
The confusion which ensued only halted their movement. In an attempt to flee from the square, they scattered in every possible direction, blocking one another. No one managed to move for more than a couple of paces. And even if they could, a thousand steps would not get them to safety.
The flames engulfing the object were now all but extinct, revealing the forcefully torn piece of a much larger structure, resembling some unusual city. If Sumens had an opportunity to closely observe this object, they’d see a maze of ways, passages, tunnels, ducts and tubes, interconnecting numerous tall floors. They’d notice several wide rooms, containing weird looking devices. As well as tens of dismembered, unusual looking bodies laying around said machines.
They were out of time. The object crashed down in a deafening roar. The violent impact shook, Amn’oaz, demolishing their entire village. The surrounding area disintegrated and turned to dust in a massive explosion, sending the debris all over the jungle in a ten mile radius. On the spot that previously occupied the village, was nothing but a giant crater.
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