Also you've inspired me to write the following as a possible cause of the apocalyptic reset:
Aurinyan sat and watched Biscuit attempt to bake something out of the seeds and plants they'd collected throughout the day largely by enthusiastically shouting at the remarkably still alive peasants. He smiled to himself at the success of his plan, but he couldn't help wondering if he'd been perhaps a little too successful.
It had been during the last spring solstice while he sat locked in his room of mirrors waiting out the day that he'd come to the conclusion; his current plans to wipe out the drow were going to take a few thousand years more than he'd hoped. Looking at himself reflected infinitely in all directions a new solution came to him.
It had taken months of reading reports, all the money he'd earned patrolling and even selling his prized notes from the Tower of Vekk, but he'd done it. The Kingdom's most incompetent patrollees gathered in one single huge patrol on the winter solstice to attend a tournament of arms held at some ancient ruins to celebrate a wedding to unify a vital treaty between two houses. The houses and the treaty were both fake of course, the wedding staged but it wasn't like patrols ever checked the credentials of their employers. Not that it mattered it was fake, the inevitable doom still triggered, and true to form the party failed.
Aurinyan took the proffered food Breeze brought him over as his stomach grumbled. "Well at least none of the Drow could have survived." he muttered.
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Date: 2013-10-21 10:53 am (UTC)Aurinyan sat and watched Biscuit attempt to bake something out of the seeds and plants they'd collected throughout the day largely by enthusiastically shouting at the remarkably still alive peasants. He smiled to himself at the success of his plan, but he couldn't help wondering if he'd been perhaps a little too successful.
It had been during the last spring solstice while he sat locked in his room of mirrors waiting out the day that he'd come to the conclusion; his current plans to wipe out the drow were going to take a few thousand years more than he'd hoped. Looking at himself reflected infinitely in all directions a new solution came to him.
It had taken months of reading reports, all the money he'd earned patrolling and even selling his prized notes from the Tower of Vekk, but he'd done it. The Kingdom's most incompetent patrollees gathered in one single huge patrol on the winter solstice to attend a tournament of arms held at some ancient ruins to celebrate a wedding to unify a vital treaty between two houses. The houses and the treaty were both fake of course, the wedding staged but it wasn't like patrols ever checked the credentials of their employers. Not that it mattered it was fake, the inevitable doom still triggered, and true to form the party failed.
Aurinyan took the proffered food Breeze brought him over as his stomach grumbled.
"Well at least none of the Drow could have survived." he muttered.