Disastrum Play Report 5
Disastrum 5
Dramatis Personae
- Balthazar the Magnificent, Magic-User 1
- Tristan, Specialist 1
- Bree the Absent, Fighter 1
- Ezra, Commensalist Specialist 1
On the morning of the 13 of April, we found ourselves low on rations, so while my underlings scavenged for rations I prepared my rituals for the day. Struck by some knowledge which came to him through the voices of his ancestors amidst the cicada trees, Ezra returned to camp with ambitions of blotting out the second sun that plagued the hills of Virginia. Who am I, to go against the word of our dear Commensalist brothers and sisters?
[The pages of this part of the book are covered in small flecks of mud, sourced from the rivers throughout Virginia]
To lessen the harsh rays of the sun, the members of our expedition covered their exposed skin with a layer of mud and made our way north, towards the sun.
It ought to be reiterated again that this second sun (which was spoken about in the first play report) has curved the land up to meet it, the intense forces of attraction [Balthazar alludes to gravity here, despite the theory of gravity being undiscovered at the time of writing] causing the earth to mound up, as though pinched by the thumb and forefinger of god and stretched into the sky. The second sun sat atop this mound and shone 24 hours a day, no respite even at night from its light. The acrid smell of smoke hung in the air constantly and only increased in intensity the further we got to the sun. The shrubbery turned brown, then black, then little more than piles of ashes as we approached the sweltering center of the mound. Despite our moving across the mound of Earth and into the air, we felt perfectly level, as though we were walking on normal land the entire time.
Near the center of the mound (and within a mile of the sun) we encountered a whirling mass of seashells, spinning and whirling faster or slower depending on our movements. It was unable to be touched directly, every stick or hand catching on some invisible barrier around the shells. Balthazar the Emboldened decided to cast a spell at the thing, spurred on by a peculiar sensation in the recesses of his mind. When this spell was cast, the whirling plates doubled in size, and began to turn translucent and suck air into its center.
Balthazar the Brave and his commensalist companion Ezra leapt into the vortex. "Just where had Tristan gotten off to?" was his last magnificent thought before his journey in this world came to an end.