Sluaa - Mugwump Housewife in Magnagora

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- What a beautiful day it is! There is so much excitement in the streets of Magnagora, truly the Fates have smiled down on us. So many have gathered at the Stone of Truth to watch the procession of the Emperor to the Supra plane, but I was never much for crowds, and rather sit here and listen to the aetherwaves. My little Magou is so excited, I made a special dragonfly pie for him to enjoy as we listen together

 

- The Emperor has been gone for a time, and the aethers have gotten fuzzy. I hope Zludug is catching everything that's happening, I do so love a good story. The kitchen is in such disarray, I'll do something useful while I wait for any new reports.

 

- There's such havoc in the streets! Why is everyone running? Magou is trying to get a peek through the window but im pushing him down for safety. Oh Zludug, where are you! What is going on. What...what is that..a large smog-like cloud is drifting down the road rapidly towards us. Did something happen to the sewers? People touched by it are...OH NO! What is this monstrous thing. Magou is asking me what is wrong, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as I told him "Shh, it'll all be over soon my darling".

 

Netenune - Merian Fisherman within the Crystal Sea

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- Today started out so well.. I took to the beautiful waters of the Crystal Sea, doing my trade as I hoisted up several nice catches. I got lucky today and got me a 56 pound Trout!

 

- Everyone was all a buzz about the Emperor's project, but I dont care for it. The sea is the only thing my attention is for. My son, Turele, sadly doesnt feel the same. He is sitting at the other side of the little rowboat we have, attempting to tune some crystal to the aetherwaves. So long as he doesnt scare away the fish I suppose...

 

- "Dad, Dad...something is up". Sighing, I turn to see what he had done this time. His face was gaunt, as he pointed towards the direction of Magnagora. A strange brown-black cloud was hanging over the city ominously

...and spreading out. Did something happen to the Stone?

 

- The cloud was moving pretty rapidly, and the screams of citizens was echoing over to the waters. I looked at Turele who was shaking "Dad, quick let's paddle away!", "Now wait a moment son...some people may need our help". Before we could discuss it further, the first fringes of the cloud were touching the crystal sea...and it was turning a dark murky color. Hesitating no longer, I grabbed a paddle and pushed off.

 

- We paddled as fast as we could, and as I looked back, we were making some headway, but then something smashed against the rowboat, nearly tipping us. I looked over and saw some monstrous looking fish, it rammed into the boat again and I began to beat it with the paddle. I turned to Turele and screamed for him to jump over and make a dash to Celest. The boy did so and swam like he was born for it, I leaped in after and began to wrestle with the creature. Perhaps I can buy him a few more minutes...

 

 

Nakk - Taurian field tender

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- Ah! Is there anything like the smell of fresh grass? I do enjoy the green lands outside Magnagora, truly suiting for such a grand place. I suppose I was born for such a position, truly geomancy is the most giving of arts. Mm, so many flowers, I do believe near every kind can be found here.

 

- The gophers seem restless today, I wonder why. I call out to them but they merely chitter and dive down. I go to the beautiful rams and check on their dwellings, but they are nowhere to be seen, perhaps they hiked further up the hills. I decide to just tend to some fieldwork and check on some soil samples.

 

- My mind was hit with a stabbing pain. I dont know how long I laid here, but when I opened my eyes, I found the gophers running around madly, I had no clue why until I looked west. Some hideous smog was leaking out of the city to the fields...what is this? Could this have something to do with the Emperor's mission? There is something..wrong with me, my connection with Earth has been..changed. Dear Light what is that infernal whispering I keep hearing.

 

- The plantlife...it's dying! No...it is being sucked dry. The land is breaking and cracking, as fumes erupt from beneath wherever the smog touches. The gophers are attempting to flee, but those caught in the smog are become twisted things. Oh Light, the whispering, what....it is the earth...it hungers, it is raving madly. I feel as if...I am losing myself. The smog...it calls to me, the earth telling me to embrace it. Glory...yes, it tells me of Glory!