[b][center]Hamel Della Astrologia
Riverside, Bridge, Shinto[/center][/b]

Flames rose up into the heavens as night fell, stars snuffed out by the oppressive smoke. Black flames swallowed all without discrimination, binding all to itself. A disaster of unimaginable proportions, the spiritual land of this city will likely never recover again. 

It was a tragedy for the innocent people, unaware of the bloody battlefield their city had become. It was perhaps only a matter of time before some rash magus would become frustrated and begin an attempt at flushing out masters, but for it to be on the second day and with such a catastrophe was a surprise.

For a moment Hamel's thoughts had drifted back to 'that' which he had prepared in his workshop. He couldn't fault whoever had started this, not when he too had entertained such thought himself. And his trip towards the this bridge had given him some ideas on some improvements from his first iteration that he had hoped he could incorporate to this second one, and definitely will in regards to 'that'.

Unfortunately it seemed that time was limited, so he had to do a rush job as well on this bridge as well. 

Well. In the first place it's not as if he was someone who was proficient in the creation of golems in the first place. But still, one gets frustrated in knowing they could do better. 

But such was life, time waited for no one, and to have done something was better then doing nothing. So as mystic codes zipped around, carving and activating arcane symbols over the entirety of the wooden structure, Hamel simply observed the growing fire with all the calm of an uninterested observer.

It was only when the many animated staves had ceased their movement and flew back to their owner, tucking themselves into his cloak that he finally deigned to move.

Turning his back, and moving towards the next bridge, he closed his eyes.

The thrum of his circuits filled his ears, and once again the bridge collapsed into itself, taking on a vague human like shape before wandering off.