Snow and fire...
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_The snowstorm blanketed the southeastern rawlins. Shapes could be seen in it… winged, shrieking shapes.
Dimly, on the bitter cold wind, the sounds of screaming and roaring humanoids drifted in. Lightning stabbed down out of the sky, and the horizon was lit in eerie tones of witchfire by magics of destruction.
At the height of the storm, a huge shape, wreathed in shadow, could be seen swooping down with a keening cry that carried as far as Norwick, sending dogs running whimpering and driving cats to frothing fits.
The storm began to move northeast.
Then the sky lit up with a pillar of flame, a flash almost as bright as day. The earth shook. It reminded all who witnessed it of the day Sam's Hill went in the Great War.
A howl, frustrated and angry, echoed as the blast died away... the snow began to retreat back south.
The huge shape circled, then slowly pulled away into the swirling mist and sleet._
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((Hey man, since I can't seem to organize a good time to meet with you IG, is there any chance you can tell me the job via PMs?))
