The aftermath
The adventurers lost track of time. It seemed as if the hurricane had been going on for hours. Everything more than a few meters away from the monument was a swirl of rain, dirt and debris, every few seconds illuminated by a sharp light of a thunderbolt. The adventurers and the villagers stood cramped together around the monument, holding on to each other, fighting the winds that were trying to blew them away.
After what felt like hours, the winds started to subside. The dark clouds dispersed and the adventurers saw the extent of the destruction caused by the hurricane. The entire area was devastated: the wind took trees, stones, whole parts of the ruins and also tents and equipment of Brandubh’s soldiers and scattered all of this around. Some objects were thrown into the ground with such force that they created deep ditches and craters.
The adventurers were so tired that for a dozen or so minutes no one even moved. You and your companions were the first to get up. It turned out that you and the villagers were not the only ones who took shelter beside the monument. A few of the Black Raven’s soldiers heard Orowa’s cry and joined the crowd that was cramming around the statue. No one had noticed them in the ensuing chaos and now they were throwing down their weapons and surrendering.
“We’ll take care of them.” - said Rudolf - “They’ll work off their crimes by helping rebuild our villages. We’ll go back as soon as everyone…”
“Hey look! What’s that?” - MOD_V4lkyrie interrupted him, pointing at the horizon.
A strange flying object was slowly approaching the island.
“Oh for crying out loud… What now?” - moaned Rudolf.
Everyone scattered around, preparing for a new fight, while the object closed in. It looked a bit like a ship, but instead of sails it had several large wings and equally large purple crystals.
What could it be?
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