Naymu looked at the two, awaiting their response...and then the two guards parted, and the king walked through, he said "I will believe nothing of it!" as a party, elf, dwarf, and a barbarian looking man walked out behind him. "M'lord, it is up to you to decide what you believe, but my home is gone, as well as these two," said the elf. The king only replied, "What foolishness, how could you bring me such lies, cities don't just disapear!" but as he said it, a silence went completely over the city. the sky grew dark and what was a sunny day was black...a storm brewed, lightning streaking with devilish wind, and cold hard rain.
With every rain drop all things not set by nature began to fade away, melted almost into the rain, hitting the ground and fading into the earth, before your very eyes, the raindrops beat on top of the king's palace...the guards stare at the crumbling building, watching it vanish from sight...it crumbled not of the material it was made, but into water.
Not only was this happening to the palace, but also to every home, shop, building, or place created by man. Though when the rain hit a living creature, it did nothing, in the leaves of trees, nothing.
About you the town vanishes, only remaining the people in it, and the items carried by the people.
Men and woman in the tavern, watched, as the ceiling, walls, and floor about them changed to liquid form and fell onto them, and all that was left was them, and their ale.
A man stumbled by saying, "I've lost my mind,"
the elf, dwarf, and barbarian's facial expression changed to fear, they were no longer confused, but not knowing completely the motive of this great evil, destroy the cities but not the men in them? Aravur, the king, looked at the elf, who now you notice wears black robes, with staff in hand, and Aravur said to him, "What is this magic!? You come into MY city, tell me of this...and...and my precious city is gone, YOU! you did this dint you, you wizard bastard! Guards attack him!" he shouted. The elf took a step back, "I didn't do this you d**ned fool! Why then, would i warn you first!?"
The dwarf and barbarian, both obviously highly trained fighters, stood in front of the two guardsman, the dwarf wore an ancient symbol on his plate chest, and around his neck, weilding a double bladed axe.
The Barbarian, unsheated a mighty two-handed sword, by the looks of it, costed a pretty penny.
Aravur, mindless at the sight of his beautiful city destroyed in minutes, stealthily slipped behind the two fighters, and drew a dagger on the wizard, "DIE FILTHY WIZARD!" he screamed as he thrusted, but before he met his target, he felt the blade of an axe meet his back, and fell to his knees.
The guards swung at the dwarf, one merely hitting his armor, and the other tore at his shoulder, he roared as he turned back around and sent his axe through one guards neck.
The barbarian kicking the other to the floor, but allowed him leave after taking his weapon.
Lilla watches as her king had gone mad, and attacks the robed elf, but the dwarf turns to Aravur and lays his hand onto the fresh wound across his back. It healed quite nicely, as the king lay unconscious, alive.