Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160805033255

The group reaches the breach and climb the ladders, falling in place behind the others.

Ibrahim kneels down to Lucida and whispers something, stroking her hair. She nods, and waits below while he climbs the ladder. Everyone climbs up to look.

"God's bones,"  Bale says. "What in the name of...what's going on?  What is this?" He looks at Melandil, who is looking off in a specific direction. Bale looks towards the same. His eyes widen.

Even without magnification, it can be seen, leagues away. Its twisted shape is silhouetted against the dying sky, a spire the size of a city. The clouds part for its peak. Periodically, shockwaves emanate from the Crucible, rippling through the clouds. Hound can see it now, clearly. It's the Crucible.

And slowly, imperceptibly, it's moving.