Weist Town - Border - noon
As if the storm itself wasn't bad enough, Weist Town's troubles were far from over. The storm raged on for some time, showing no intention of stopping any time soon, as anything left outside that was not secured was quickly swept away by vicious wind and pounding rain, the noise overshadowed by the boom of thunder from overhead. It was then, in the midst of the storm, that the earth itself seemed to turn against the town. The ground rumbled, softly at first, but quickly picking up intensity until the shaking was undeniable. Tea cups, glasses, vases and other delicate items were rattled off of counters, tables and shelves as top-heavy objects fell and furniture was shifted.
At the height of the quake, an ear-shattering, unnatural shriek assaulted the minds everyone in the village, then, suddenly, the earthquake stopped. And although the storm outside raged on, it seemed as though the earth beneath their feet, at least, had stopped heaving. "By the Gods!" Said Selia, picking herself up off the floor. She had been sitting by the fire with Weston, almost dry and with a small bandage or two on her fortunately quite light scrapes. Her chair had been stable enough during the earthquake, but the shriek that followed had felt as though someone had kicked her right in the head. "Wha-what was that?"
"Whatever it was, it can't have been good." Groaned Weston, as he picked himself up off the floor as well. "I should go find Rebecca... You stay here, I won't be long." He said, quickly grabbing a coat, a lantern and his flintlock pistol as he stumbled for the door, his balance not fully returned yet. "Weston-!" Selia started to object, but her friend was already out the door. She sighed and shook her head; as much as she liked him, she knew very well that he had a tendency to be a bit impulsive.
He battled the wind, rain and mud to make slow progress through the town, wishing he'd stopped to get boots and wondering if Rebecca would have even heard the shriek as he and Selia had. He wasn't far from his shop when a particularly strong gust of wind nearly blew him over, twisting his footing in the mud to make him face a different direction. As he briefly struggled to stay upright, he spotted something strange down the road; a large, shifting shape in the darkness, seemingly coming towards him. "Hello?" He shouted, trying to be heard over the pounding rain. "Who's th-?" He stopped himself as a flash of lightning allowed his eyes to behold the terrible sight for just a short moment.
"Sweet Iron Ore..." He gasped, under his breath, as he felt his legs seize up in fright. Even through the darkness he glimpsed massive fangs gleaming in the shallow light of his lantern. He quickly raised his gun and fired, the gunshot mostly consumed by the roaring thunder. Much to his surprise, sparks appeared when the bullet hit, revealing some kind of metal sheet. He felt the colour drain from his face as the fangs got closer and closer.
Abruptly, he felt himself shoved out of the way, a hooded figure wearing one of his tattered old coats taking his place and producing a stream of blazing fire from their hand. "Selia?!" He said, rather startled by the whole situation. "Weston!" She shouted. "Run! Right now!" He gaped in disbelief as the flames thrown from her hand seemed to keep the monster at bay, illuminating its horrible, massive snake-like body and the metal plating that covered it. "I can't leave you!" He said, quickly standing up again. "Don't be an idiot!" She screamed. "I'm coming with you! Now let's go! RIGHT NOW! I CAN'T DO THIS FOREVER, WES!"
He quickly bolted for Rebecca's house, and, with one final burst of fire, she hurried after him, the monster blending in with the darkness around them as it gave chase, its slithering mass muted by the thunder and rain.
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