❯ The Summer That Never Was
Feb 18, 2017 3:50:01 GMT
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Post by ▽ȯįḋẅȧḷḳėṙ on Feb 18, 2017 3:50:01 GMT
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THE SUMMER THAT NEVER WAS
02/17/17
Summer. The time for warmth, for growth, for no small amount of sweat and sunlight. What would happen if one year, summer was interrupted―halted, by a false winter?
Mount Obitus, the volcano from which Pyre gets its fiery name, has erupted. Though the city was saved from lava, the ash which ascended the sky soon blocked the sun. All expected that it would be a short while before the ash cloud faded, and their sun came back to warm the stony streets of the city. However, the it appears to have no intention of returning.
The ashen clouds have cooled the surrounding region, creating near-winter conditions. Now snow has begun to fall, and a blizzard is raiding the land. Crops are dying and the port has frozen over, preventing any ships from escaping to seek aid. For those in the slums, the bitter cold may just as well be a death sentence.
As usual, the nobles have receded into their homes, waiting out the Summer Storm with firm confidence of their survival. Few enforcers roam the streets now, as the danger of frostbite is too much. But even without authorities to monitor them, the gangs' activity has decreased dramatically, for even as criminals they aren't stupid enough to risk death in the well-below-freezing conditions of the city.
With any chance of things returning to normal lessening each and every day, the residents of Pyre have begun to wonder whether or not they'll make it through this Summer That Never Was alive, and to all who can still think straight, the question remains―Will you survive the freeze?
Mount Obitus, the volcano from which Pyre gets its fiery name, has erupted. Though the city was saved from lava, the ash which ascended the sky soon blocked the sun. All expected that it would be a short while before the ash cloud faded, and their sun came back to warm the stony streets of the city. However, the it appears to have no intention of returning.
The ashen clouds have cooled the surrounding region, creating near-winter conditions. Now snow has begun to fall, and a blizzard is raiding the land. Crops are dying and the port has frozen over, preventing any ships from escaping to seek aid. For those in the slums, the bitter cold may just as well be a death sentence.
As usual, the nobles have receded into their homes, waiting out the Summer Storm with firm confidence of their survival. Few enforcers roam the streets now, as the danger of frostbite is too much. But even without authorities to monitor them, the gangs' activity has decreased dramatically, for even as criminals they aren't stupid enough to risk death in the well-below-freezing conditions of the city.
With any chance of things returning to normal lessening each and every day, the residents of Pyre have begun to wonder whether or not they'll make it through this Summer That Never Was alive, and to all who can still think straight, the question remains―Will you survive the freeze?
