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One by one they gathered, if they were going to create a giant pillar of ice, withough alerting people to the fact that the adventurers had infact left the town, right now was that moment.

The festival was about to begin, so priests and holy men had begun to say their prayers and so on.

Right now everyone was buisy fineshing whatever they had to do, so that their small stalls-shops and atractions would be completly set up, for when the prayers ended.

Only a small number of adventurers remained and they stayed behind only to protect the princess.

One by one each adventurer launched an explosion of ice and water, those that could cast spells used their magjc, while otheres exchaneged their enchanted weaponry after using it.

Every blast of water was instantly frozen in place, this continued until none of them could continue to use their powere atleast for a few minuts.

However the moment they were all rested and their magical abilities were restored, howerver limited they mayhave been they all repeated rhe process.

The location they chose was the farthest reach of the origenal river that ran past the town and it was for this reason that this pillar would be unic.

Unlike the other pillars that were inside the town or in the case of the one that had been built insecret inside the caves, this pillar had no base to prevent rhe water from filtering underground.

This meant that more than half of the water and ice was being taken by the land irself.

However that meant little, as the magical energy's quicly dampend the ground and filled the air with moisture, the sorounding areas temperature began to drop, until it was aplesant cold.

The hot sun was still incredibly hot, however the dealands wouldnt be so dead anymore.

With every attack water spilled into the river as not all of it could be instantly frozen, at girst it was only a light trace of moo, soon the ground was to wet to contain the water and the river began to fill.

It happened slowly atfirst, however soon water began to spill with the force of every attck, becoming stronger as every attack launched only aded to the power behind it.

However the river quickly dried up as it was a condiderable distance and the adventures found themselves loosing more and more of their power as they all either began to run out of weaponry or their magjc was simply exaused.

Finally when the last of their number fell exausted and could nolonger use one of his spells, did their task finally take shape.

The pillars within the town conected with their larger counterpart.

The results were nearly instantaneous, with the sounds of thunder the beams of light conected and the native magic of the world mixed in with the adventurers own, until the very pillars themselves created their own unic blend of power.

The river suddenly began to fill so rapidly and with such force that anyone and anything would be sweped away. Containing something like this was all but impossible.

All atound the adventurers could see, early morning/evening plants spring up and quicly close the moment the felt the sun, they did this repetedly almost as if confused by the change in climate.

As the rainbow lights inthe sky grew so did the power behind the waters, they quicly spilled into openings that no one had evwr seen before and would most likely never know about.

Deadland far into the distance felt somehow refreshed as lands below began with moisture.

From high chasms the waters spilled into the lands below bathing anithing that might be using them as shelter from the heat.

The lands where the dead were found in the millions began to be washed away until the bodies underneath were exposed if they were high enough to the surface.
Thosed to deep under the earth were slowly incased in a ice box, that slowly changed their forms.

In the town,, the water rose to the hight of peoples ancles for a moment, tho no one truly cared as many simply saw this as a sighn of whatever gods they worshiped, blessing them.

It was for this reason that no one noticed that it was the waterways magical protection that prevented the town from being washed away by the flooding waters.

Slowly the waters rose but did not destroy anithing, near the town, however the moment the waters found the edge of Jewel they quicly spilled with such force that they tore the very ground itself..

Dead- filth- starving animals and more were washed away never to be seen again, some would have their forms changed by the magic of the waters.

Others would no doubt drown and become food for whatever starving creature might encounter them. Still some would live on and become stronger for they had survived.

As for the adventures themselves they simply smiled at their work, tho no one said anything, they all knew that the next pillar they would build would infact be the last.

An adventurer, can not and will not be bound to anithing, it just their nature, so the people needed to do things themselves.

It was for this reason that people knew what the adventures did and who they wore, but were actively encourage to deal with situations themselves.

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Mathieu watched as the ground began to shacke and threaten to bring him to the ground, as the waters tore their way thru the very walls that kept the undead away.

Still he held his groumd and remained on his feet as the grpund shook and he saw the waters was away the undead with the strenght of the current.

"By the Gods."someone said behind him.

When he turned around Mathieu saw rhat several men along with animals, carriying shovels and stones had arrived.

No doubt the workers he was told to waite for.

The men were looking at the sky and none of the animals dared to move, as they looked at the sky.

Mathieu looked up to see what exactly they were looking at and saw that the lights in the sky were shaking, like if something had place such a strain on them that they threatened to completly breack.

The lights flickered with an increasing motion that seemed as if they were about to completly banish, until they did.

For what felt like an eternity no one present spoke, nither man nor beast made a sound, but somehow that seemed even worse.

Even tho it had only been two maybe five seconds, Mathieu felt as if something truly horrible had happened, the importance of the lights had dawned on him and if they vanished... he didn't want to imagine what had ocoured.

Then with the force of thunder the lights returned with a power that seemed, as if fueld with vengance.

Beighter and brighter they became untilexploding outward into the deadlands, even tho the lights traveled in one direction the effects were occourring in every area.

Already Mathieu could feel his instincts kiking in, he had to move and hide less whatever was ocouring lay eyes apon him.

Yet try as he might to get his body to move, something made him feel as if it was already to late.

A how of rage echoed as if some unholy beeing had been denied its due.

From the distance lights had begun to rise as if the wind that touched the distant lands, was causing a chain of events.