[GM POst]

At the end of the day, Asevor was no proper battlemage. He had made one mistake of underestimating the sheer vicious might of wild magic, and now he paid the price. With the kinetic bombardment returned his way he failed to make any headway, the storm picking him up and yanking him away [i]elsewhere[/i]. The old man had long since lost his orientation in the tumble, his pool drained dry and any attempt to peruse reconstructed spells fizzled from the dizzying treatment.

[b][color=#778da9]"No, this cant be- NO!"[/color][/b] That was the last word of Asevor, grandmaster runesmith and self-proclaimed archmage, lost amidst the howling wind. His barrier already cracking as it slowly expire, and the addition of more explosives finally broke the camel's back. If there's any consolation to the man, he barely even felt anything in the end.

From an outsider's perspective, a series of violet explosions detonated high up in the sky. The cataclysmic weather phenomenon continued for a few seconds afterward until a tiny pinprick of crimson light shone like a fell star within before erupting in a massive, disconcerningly quiet sphere of crackling energy that momentarily stained the landscape sanguine for hundred of miles.

The silence lasted the exact same time for the shockwave to travel, a long crackling rumble that washed through the village and the keep. Along with the displaced air was the hailstones, blasted away by the explosion into a volley of high-speed projectiles. No one's left out there, thankfully, but there'd be no building standing entirely intact in the village after all these abuse.

Within the first floor of the keep was most of the party, barely made it through the bad weather and not a moment too soon. The structure shook, part of its southeast corner breaking off, but mostly held itself in place. Eventually the chaos subsided, sunlight streaming down from the huge gap in the slowly dissipating cloud up above.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Oh yeah, we did shanked some mages on the walls. And I'm pretty sure mr hunter here personally killed an one-eyed bastard there. Body should still be near there, but likely in a bad state after all that."[/color][/b] Yvonne continued her conversation with the fox like nothing's happening, turning a head to look at sunlight streaming to the ground outside. [b][color=#a4161a]"So, Cedrick's out there still? I like him, shame if he's gone."[/color][/b]

Cedar could be found halfway down the hill, crash landing somewhat eased by how muddy the entire place had turned out, but still not a gentle one.