Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170803150719/@comment-30014014-20170803160451

A nation devoid of anything the two radical factions needed. One that wished ony to live in peace, away from their tireless wars for absurd reasons. All they had was the land they lived over.

And yet...

Watching all of their work, their progress, their everything going up in flames, the watcher that have been designed to move the last remant of their people to join the rest sighs in grief, his hands cursing whatever forces that decided they were too much in the picture "Why? Why us? WHat have we done to incur such wrath?!"

Just then, another climbs up, calling him out "Watcher, we have managed to funnel most of them away from the center, but the rest is lost. We have to call away our ships, they'll just throw their lives away!"

THe watcher places his palms on the bars serving as guards for falls "I know André...Tell everyone to crop up around this tower, I'm using it again".

"So soon, sir? You know it demands an excessive amount of power from you"

"WHat choice do we have, André? It's this...or death at their hands"

"..."

The watcher observes the bulk of the 15000 people who hurdled close to his tower looked up at his balcony. He could sense their masive SE signature, assuring they were indeed whole.

"André, tell those at our rescapee location we'll be arriving soon"

"Alright sir, but please, don't overdo it again. We don't know the effect of repeated transposation upon a city by but one man"

"I'll have to carry on, André. For them..."

At this moment, the watcher's eyes began gleaming in blue, causing sparks of molecule to start evaporating fromthe people around the tower. This spell, called the 'Relocation', was to be used to transport an entire nation, its people, the settlements and everything around him. Alas, this was a spell to be used by 5 to 15 specialised men and women.

THe watcher had decided to bear all of it upon his own shoulders, as to avoid anyone else suffering from over siphoning their precious mana. As a result, his body became frail, and sayed as so as long as his nation would have to flee from danger, if they couldn't fight it.

THe spell was complete, every scrap of individual that was of his own beamed up in the heavens, leaving the city as intact as the monsters have decided to do so. No shroud of humans was left around.

After all, what they wanted, was territory, right? What a sorrow, to be fleeing over and over again. This unknown nation's watcher was dying a little more with each Relocation.