From what could be seen coming into the Court of the Living, There seemed to have been a small drop in temperature within the Court in general, Albeit it not being the most hospitable anyway.
All that could be seen is a dark cluster of clouds and blizzard almost oozing out from the Court of the Living's Arena grounds.. Not much could be seen.
If onlookers were to look through the entrance of the arena, Albeit it being very poor visibility they would see the outline of a plated figure of some description, Clouded by the odd weather.
They could see frost fire burning at the centre and a ritual circle of power centred around the figure.
Muttering in some ancient language, The figures audible sounds would sound like insane whispers in a strong wind, Empowering the phenomenon.
Some onlookers within the Court, Possibly unsure of the situation may back away. Some may look on with curiosity, As time progressed within a matter of minutes all who were close to the arena felt a presence of *Wrongness* shake through their souls, The energies that burst forth from the figure seem to empower the blizzard in an inexplicable way unless those extremely talented in the arcane were present.
There was something wrong about this blizzard.
The winds intensified within the arena, Almost as if it was bursting to be released from the confines of the area, The howls grew louder, The snow and sleet moving almost like bullets around the arena.The visibility within the arena was almost next to naught, Only showing a faint outline of the figure at the centre of it all.
However, The blizzard in itself for all whom were near it felt that it wasn't just there to take prey, It was for something else.
The storm had peaked for a few minutes, Leaving bystanders and onlookers questioning, That very feeling of *wrongness* sitting inside their consciousness combined with the temperature dropping. With that.. Almost as quickly as it started, It quelled and condensed until it was no more.
There stood the Official in black plate, With bitter winds of his own. He makes his way to a building within the Court of the Living, Leaving the onlookers to speculate.
All that could be seen is a dark cluster of clouds and blizzard almost oozing out from the Court of the Living's Arena grounds.. Not much could be seen.
If onlookers were to look through the entrance of the arena, Albeit it being very poor visibility they would see the outline of a plated figure of some description, Clouded by the odd weather.
They could see frost fire burning at the centre and a ritual circle of power centred around the figure.
Muttering in some ancient language, The figures audible sounds would sound like insane whispers in a strong wind, Empowering the phenomenon.
Some onlookers within the Court, Possibly unsure of the situation may back away. Some may look on with curiosity, As time progressed within a matter of minutes all who were close to the arena felt a presence of *Wrongness* shake through their souls, The energies that burst forth from the figure seem to empower the blizzard in an inexplicable way unless those extremely talented in the arcane were present.
There was something wrong about this blizzard.
The winds intensified within the arena, Almost as if it was bursting to be released from the confines of the area, The howls grew louder, The snow and sleet moving almost like bullets around the arena.The visibility within the arena was almost next to naught, Only showing a faint outline of the figure at the centre of it all.
However, The blizzard in itself for all whom were near it felt that it wasn't just there to take prey, It was for something else.
The storm had peaked for a few minutes, Leaving bystanders and onlookers questioning, That very feeling of *wrongness* sitting inside their consciousness combined with the temperature dropping. With that.. Almost as quickly as it started, It quelled and condensed until it was no more.
There stood the Official in black plate, With bitter winds of his own. He makes his way to a building within the Court of the Living, Leaving the onlookers to speculate.