51 ~ tremors

Something is stirring within the depths of the Fuyhn highlands...
The earth began to shake. Minutes felt like an eternity to the distressed denizens of the cordilleras. Tree branches swayed arousing the aves and the chiropters from their stupor leading them to fly. The ground dwellers scramble out into the open. Ripples turned to small waves on a nearby passive stream.
It is the first after a very long time since tremors jolted the isle of Sidlakan. From the cracks on the ground, water breaks free shooting jets in its wake.
There is a precursor of a series of events that are about to unravel and disturb the quasi sense of stability across the enchanted isle. Whatever it is that is causing the ground to shake must have been stirred by the seeds of darkness sown at the aftermath of the raging tempest.
These intermittent rumblings would continue to persist changing the landscape over time. As more and more cracks appear on the earth, this allowed ghastly miasmas to escape. Anything it comes into contact with, either wilts or dies.
This creeping darkness beckons evil to stake a claim to this pristine otherworldly land...
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