First Cycle of Melora
Tenth Candlemark in the Brightening of Solaria
The Winter of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Thirteenth Era Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Reign of Arabella
Paradigm: The Eclipse of the Sun
Relative darkness. The delightfully elegant rays of the winter sun had been engulfed by thick, power hungry grey clouds which swarmed the sky and shed huge waves of chunky flakes. The only stray's which made there way down to Telath, were those which were favored by the Gods, like a mother who favors the healthiest child. It was as if with winters final cycles, came a desperate assault, one which sought to wreck habitats, shatter dreams, sow seeds of distress and punctured the lung of life. Every presence had abandoned itself.
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Chuffin' Nora', Rhargn thought to himself, as his huddled up form flashed his Visa to the unfortunate guards which had to patrol the gates at times like these. The ruffian had promised himself, whatever the weather, this brightening he would traverse into the wilderness that surrounded the relative safety within the walls of Nexus Prime. A dying mist was forced out of Rhargn, the sigh clinging for dear life to the mattered beard about it. '
Them unlucky swines must think I'm a right idiot coming out in this weather.'
Each struggling foot step sunk deep into inches of the azure carpet, relaying a soft crunching sound to those that were insane enough to make their way through it. Was it not for the size of Rhargn's boots, he'd surely have been treading each step into a freezing pool of agony.
The malestorm of thoughts that usually twirled and swirled its way about Rhargn's mind was void. The only minute idea he had, as so not to become lost in this unforgiving weather was to not travel too far away, and head in one direction. Huddled up among his fat self, Rhargn glanced up, his hazel orbs scouring the obscured horizon, his beard immediately entrapped among an army of white. The mountain mad had moved but a few steps from the gates to now, however, it was time. Rhargn set off.