Nathrangking

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Lost and Found

Dancing spirits spin in the silver beams woven of cool flame that descend upon the mortal realm and bathe it in fire. Cities filled with carvers that take the ribs of the realm and sculpt them into temples to boastful deities face the oceans which approach alone. Forests blessed by neutral rulers fade beneath unforgiving ice. Pines create walls of frozen and jagged sand that rips across the surface of the land. None rise up with weapons or shield in hand when the natural world flees until it can go no further. Into the abyss they leap as citadel walls begin to buckle and break beneath the maw of an implacably hungry beast. The stars cry out when they are torn from on high and cast into the numbing destruction below. Bones creak while the most frigid monsters stalk the innocent where they sleep. Rooms secured behind locks of iron are havens for, but moments before nightmarish things claim their meals. Torches cast mocking shadows that only grow in their power and reach. On high once complacent gods see their slumbers shattered into an endless sea of prismatic shards. They rain down storms and even step out into the mortal plane, but they are pushed back by this power that even they cannot name. Armor splinters and seeds the ground with magic that calls woodlands into being. Spells flash across the night devastating the landscape and opening up a portal into a hellscape beyond imagining. From the depths a ringing rallying call comes forth. Weapons that burn with a silent subtle warmth lash out and set tbe land free from its chilly bondage. That which has no name flees into the darkness where it thinks that the light does not go. This day fire and ice meet in a clash that is born of siblings and old friends reuniting at long last. These spin and dance in harmony while those who have seen begin to reweave reality and carve anew.