Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160803014622

They turn, expecting to look down, but they don't have to. They look up. It is several seconds before it registers to Hound what he is looking at. It's a point. A spiraling point, reaching up for what must be a hundred feet. The ground begins to shake again. "Come on...we have to...keep going!" Again they spur their horses as fast as they can go, their hooves pounding. The ground continues to fall away. More, and more...they can hear the earth splitting, giving way, trees tilting and falling in, boulders the size of houses rolling down as if they were pebbles. Hound turns, and looks over his shoulder. His heart catches in his throat as he watches it continue to rise, further amd further... It's the Black Crucible. It climbs, piercing the heavens, violet echoes swarming around it like motes, their light reflecting off of the clouds as it continues upward...