Fire in Paradise
12-30-2022, 03:38 AM
Oakvale, a quiet picturesque village that sits center to many traveling within Meranthe. Streets that are often passed through, yet scarcely remained within. Little it to be mentioned of the settlement's roles and influence upon the state of the nations around it, it keeps to itself. Quiet, as it should be.
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Like all others a day with little noise, never one that'd be suspected to bring such rabble and rouse. But this day would begin its thunder with the crack of glass and a blazing ball of flames that shot across the streets and entered the window of a house to the western side of the village.
It was just a few minutes that this disturbance passed before that single ball of flames had spread to a roaring inferno that consumed the building whole and only a little time past that before the quiet village of Oakvale was bustling with noise and commotion. Many faces from many different backgrounds showing up to witness the burning of a newly established bar belonging to one 'Nilhirra Grand Company'.
The one who cast such a flame and commanded a burn was not any who hid away, rather the one who lit the spark on the burning was none other than Willow Ackers who say over Oakvale themselves. Confrontation took to the streets, many words shared across faces that came and went. Aggressions that sizzled, but never quite burst.
A loud evening, full of ash and flames. But, a quiet morning was surely to come right around. Just a bump in the road.
Like all others a day with little noise, never one that'd be suspected to bring such rabble and rouse. But this day would begin its thunder with the crack of glass and a blazing ball of flames that shot across the streets and entered the window of a house to the western side of the village.
It was just a few minutes that this disturbance passed before that single ball of flames had spread to a roaring inferno that consumed the building whole and only a little time past that before the quiet village of Oakvale was bustling with noise and commotion. Many faces from many different backgrounds showing up to witness the burning of a newly established bar belonging to one 'Nilhirra Grand Company'.
The one who cast such a flame and commanded a burn was not any who hid away, rather the one who lit the spark on the burning was none other than Willow Ackers who say over Oakvale themselves. Confrontation took to the streets, many words shared across faces that came and went. Aggressions that sizzled, but never quite burst.
A loud evening, full of ash and flames. But, a quiet morning was surely to come right around. Just a bump in the road.
