[Drive]

The Light Finds No Escape
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The Skies do not open, and they are not clear. For clouds gathered strangely before the impending date, blocking out the sun and almost setting the square of Gloomlight into near darkness. Yet outside it's borders, the light is clear as day.  Whatever holds the clouds is something most potent, as the mana in the air smells different. 

Wind Magi can not dispell it, even those with mastery over the storm; the magic outclasses them for it is born of something that does not exist within the air itself. It is as if the clouds, themselves, are the mana; the sunlight fuels them. A feeling of change in the air, and the cold returns, the type of cold to ache bones and cause sickness in the population.

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Sunday 23rd.

Objective: Destroy the Statue of Athelios.

A Funeral To Remember.