1st Day of Spring, 512AV Sam's stomach grumbled. He was hungry again. No matter how much he tried not to think about it, food was still on his mind. Looking at the amount of money he had, there was no way he could afford something luxurious. There was no way he could afford something at all. That meant there was only one other option, leftovers. He dug through his backpack looking for any scraps of food that might have broken off into his bag, even crumbs sounded good right now. After minutes of vigorous searching, he could only find half a loaf of dried up bread. However, it was food, and Sam had scoffed it down in seconds. With plenty of water to wash the bread down, he was sorted for the next couple of hours food-wise. Sam was originally planning to spend the day out begging or something, but it was starting to get chilly. It was somewhat weird, after all, Ravok wasn't too cold during the spring. It was probably a change in the weather pattern or something, and Sam didn't pay much attention. Seeing as begging out in the cold wasn't really a choice, he had to find something else to occupy himself with. He figured that he could either go back home and rest, or just have a little walk around Ravok. It was a beautiful city, and so, Sam decided that walking around was the best choice right now. He didn't feel like travelling through canals right now though, so he set out on foot. The whole city was connected by bridges and whatnot. Walking around was fine and all, but Sam felt as if the weather kept getting colder. This seemed incredibly weird. Five more minutes passed, and it was as cold as the winter. Something was REALLY off. Figuring it would be best to just go and hide in his house, Sam started to walk to his place. His pace was fast, but not fast enough seeing as the rain started pouring down seconds after he started heading home. The wind had picked up now too, it was bitingly chilly. Just then, another temperature drop. Water began to freeze, and the wind got even stronger. This was no time to mess around, something was horribly wrong. Rhysol's magic was supposed to protect Ravok from stuff like this. Sam was beginning to panic, he knew he shouldn't be panicking in these situations. People were beginning to run around like headless chickens, it was chaos. Looking out onto the lake, Sam noted the huge waves that were crashing into Ravok. Building were starting to crumble, and Sam only hoped that the temple was holding out fine. Right now was no time to be inside, his cottage was nowhere near the edges of Ravok, and so he figured that it would be the best place to hide for the moment. Sure, there was a risk of being trapped in there and drowning, but it was a hell of a lot better than being caught out in the open. Sam wasn't walking any more, he was sprinting. A sense of panic and urgency in every movement. |