Many long, quiet days passed in a languid, lazy heat, the air oddly
stifling in New Celest. It wasn't until the stench of rotten eggs and a
pungent, acrid scent wafted out of the Celestine's Seminary that anyone
perceived something was truly wrong. Torili, an aged, golden trill who
had long served as the Celestine's tutor, began complaining of the
smell, taking refuge in a mausoleum that held the remains of Saint
Tresalyne of the Stars - it alone, he proclaimed, was free of the
stench.

As the days went on pock marks, gouges and strange burn marks began to
manifest along the stone that made up the buildings of the Seminary, the
stench growing stronger and Torili growing desperate. As he was prodded,
he finally came to admit - he heard voices, hungering and whispering,
alien and incomprehensible yet their purpose wholly clear.

As Meliana the Merciful Judge and Gyorn of the Aquamancers went
searching for the source of the voice, they paused to enjoy the scenery
within the Garden of Prayer, gazing outwards at the beauty of the
plantlife. It was there that whatever lingered within the guildhall
first truly stuck, howling, acidic winds descending upon them, devouring
the plantlife, leaving nothing but brittle and browned husks in its wake
- scorching and cracking marble and stone, and warping the stained glass
images of the Supernals of Light.

Alarmed, they fled the Seminary, only to return with those capable of
fighting - and to find nothing to fight. It was not long after, however,
that the shriek of a woman was heard throughout New Celest as Edathic
zi'Prouep fled the collapsing Tower of Light, shouting and shrieking
about the winds destroying everything that it could, clutching what
little of her precious possessions from her observatory she was able to
save.

Soon the remnants of the Seminary began to follow suit, the highest
towers collapsing inwards and destroying the dormitories, the fitness
room and library falling to destruction - their contents saved by
Meliana and Kaalak who, at a suggestion from Elohora, sought to save
every bit of literature that they might be able to. Soon the winds
continued to come and, frightened and distraught, no longer able to bear
the distruction, Torili fled the mausoleum and sought refuge on
Celestia, where he and Jarana Farain rested within the bossom of the
Light, held close by the Supernals and protected.

As the last of the Seminary collapsed, leaving only the Mausoleum of
Saint Tresalyne of the Stars standing, the winds prepared for their
final assault. Descending onto the resting place of the merian who first
discovered Celestia, the tempest was met suddenly by a golden-winged
trill and a radiant merian woman, who aptly fought back against the
winds, and were quickly joined by a winged figure of pure light, who
Torili and Jarana named as the spirit of the very saint who rested
there.

Wounded by the storm, the spirit returned to its rest - and soon Torili
and Jarana were instructing New Celest on how to empower the spirit, and
restore the now scarred encasement that enveloped him. After many days
of work, New Celest had finally empowered the saint - and so Jarana
Farain, Torili, Instructor of Light, and the winged spirit of Saint
Tresalyne of the Stars met against the howling, burning winds, fighting
with a strength and vigour that came only from unquestionable faith and
deep conviction. Soon the battle turned against them however, and the
celestians were instructed to flee. Not long after Torili and Tresalyne
took to the skies, battling against the tempest high above the city.
Jarana Farain, slightly wounded and furious, had been pushed outside the
mausoleum and left behind by Torili, who was quickly losing the fight.

With a furious shriek the winds pummeled the trill and his spiritual
companion back into the mausoleum, which soon collapsed atop them. His
attention drawn to the conflict and the activity, Eventru, Crown of the
Exalted appeared within the heart of New Celest, and quickly was told
what was going on. Taking advantage of the wind's distraction, the
Exalted Lord wove a net of domoth energies and quickly forced the winds
bodily from the city, feeding His own energies into the shield cast by
the Star of Celest to hopefully dissuade it from returning.

Though Talkan, Meliana, Kialkarkea and other Celestines, accompanied by
Jarana and her entourage of bravos, began to try and clear the wreckage,
little could be done as only more debris filled in the gaps made.

The city of New Celest slept silently that night, a quiet vigil over the
ruins of the once sacred home of the Celestines left now as the
rubble-strewn tomb of their beloved tutor.

Penned by My hand on the 11th of Dioni, in the year 214 CE.