Rise of the Rune Lords
Then
Lamashan 28, 4702
A crisp wind blew east from the ocean, carrying with it the tang of salt and fish. It blew across the massive stones of the Old Light and rattled lightly across the wooden shingles of Sandpoint. In the safety of their homes and the security of their beds the townspeople heard the wind and shuddered for it was an evil night, the height of the month of monsters. Too vivid yet were memories of the slain and few yet found comfort even in the warmth of hearth and fire.
The wind blew softly under the door of the northern gatehouse with a shrill whistle. Drevis Trent, newly promoted to watch sergeant, felt a shiver go down his spine and unbidden to his mind came the image of a horrible statue and the thin piping of birds. He stomped his boots and went to add another log to the fire.
The wind twisted at the iconic rusty dragon above the inn that bore its name. Within her room below Ameiko Kaijitsu thought of her mother and cried. She had not slept in days and the memory of her last fight with her brother still echoed in her restless mind.
The wind played with the leaves along the empty streets, blowing them down Raven Street and up Festival until they gathered at the Undercliff. Above the Undercliff the wind paused for a moment at the quaint chapel, and then slowed and shifted back towards the west.. A power darker and more troublesome than the wind had plans and the weather would this night comply.
Within a window of the chapel, a small red light could be seen, if there had been anyone to see it. The light flickered and played with the shadows and a moment later it became brighter. Soon the window was blazing with the light of fire. Precious seconds passed and now there were screams from within the chapel. There was a banging on the heavy front door to the sanctuary but the exit was barred. Every window of the chapel was flooded with a radiant light and as Drevis Trent looked out from the windows of the northern gatehouse and saw it he had the thought that some god was visiting old Father Tobyn tonight.
It was then that the roof collapsed with a roar and a whoosh. Flames leaped from the structure, illuminating the thick clouds of smoke that were rolling heavenward. The fire leapt onto the roofs of the buildings adjoining the chapel and now the residents of those buildings were fleeing out, clutching whatever clothing or valuables they could find in the space of a few heartbeats
Somewhere, a fire bell began to clang.
In the heavens above dark eyes gleamed in pleasure.