It was late in the night when it happened. Although there were no witnesses to the crime, it is not like there were that many left.
Disfigured bodies would be found piled up on the top of the stairs of the air temple, their blood would be enough to be flowing like a river down the stairs.
Nothing was untouched, every thing was burned in some way or maimed. The beauty of the realm was tainted by this terrible act. Even though the Entire place was in the air parts of it were bending, threatening to break off and descend into the void. The very magic that had held it together was unbalanced, such are the ways of chaos.
Any Survivors that would be found would be covered with ashes and their own wounds, burn wounds to be exact. Most of these people would have had been driven close to being insane due to what they had seen.
The flames were a bright purple an the lit up the sky with a gloomy glow that just seemed to make the night even worse than it was.
Inside the Temple of the air the offense was the worst of all. The Guardians were not present and their chairs had been completely smashed into splinters, all of them blackened by fire. The Orb once blue and Grey was cracked all the way through the middle and had nothing to show but black on the outside. It was obvious that most of its power had fled from being destroyed and had to be regathered. Blood was on the walls of the temples. Defiling any holiness and respect it may have had, every statue had its heads cut off, replaced with flaming skulls that did nothing but constantly scream and breathe black flames.
This nightmare vision would not have been complete with out a few weapons that were only used by those that worshiped the element of fire and death would be found as some of the solders who left, forgot their weapons in the ensuing celebration of their overwhelming victory.....
After this night, peace would be a thing of the past.
Disfigured bodies would be found piled up on the top of the stairs of the air temple, their blood would be enough to be flowing like a river down the stairs.
Nothing was untouched, every thing was burned in some way or maimed. The beauty of the realm was tainted by this terrible act. Even though the Entire place was in the air parts of it were bending, threatening to break off and descend into the void. The very magic that had held it together was unbalanced, such are the ways of chaos.
Any Survivors that would be found would be covered with ashes and their own wounds, burn wounds to be exact. Most of these people would have had been driven close to being insane due to what they had seen.
The flames were a bright purple an the lit up the sky with a gloomy glow that just seemed to make the night even worse than it was.
Inside the Temple of the air the offense was the worst of all. The Guardians were not present and their chairs had been completely smashed into splinters, all of them blackened by fire. The Orb once blue and Grey was cracked all the way through the middle and had nothing to show but black on the outside. It was obvious that most of its power had fled from being destroyed and had to be regathered. Blood was on the walls of the temples. Defiling any holiness and respect it may have had, every statue had its heads cut off, replaced with flaming skulls that did nothing but constantly scream and breathe black flames.
This nightmare vision would not have been complete with out a few weapons that were only used by those that worshiped the element of fire and death would be found as some of the solders who left, forgot their weapons in the ensuing celebration of their overwhelming victory.....
After this night, peace would be a thing of the past.