The New Storm is Rising

[Draco the Tainted]

The men are so busy with their talk, that they hardly notice the change in the air. They stand, clumped together, in the middle of the road, looking only left and right, but not up.And just as luck would have it, the storm opens right there around them. A funnel drops from the sky and hits right next to them, tearing them all off their feet, and they twirl around and around and around, knocking into eachother and various other things which were taken. Across the city, three more legs can be seen to touch down in the streets, and debris flies everywhere. Heil Loki!!!
Heil H'Graa!!!

[Draco the Tainted]

Many men are gathering on the street, speaking quietly to eachother, but hurriedly. Their words are barely distinguishable, as they are all speaking at once. They speak rumours of sightings from a week back. At the time, they were all thought crazy, but now, together, they seem only slightly more sane. For now, they have reasoning.A week ago today, many fighter planes were seen flying NorthWest over Dalmacija. They flew in a tight formation, as the winds were directly against them. It was odd that so many did see them in the same place, and yet none outside of the area could verify it. In fact, they seemed to disappear into the dark skies as they crossed the barrier from land to sea.But now the clouds are darker, and larger, and stronger. The winds are reaching down even near the center of the state. And over the horizon, great legs of a tempest can be seen, barely touching down far off in the ocean. And from that whorl, a cloud, not of rain, but of vessels, can be seen, emerging slowly, pulling north from the winds. Heil Loki!!!
Heil H'Graa!!!

[Austi Scot]

The Novi Dalmacija rugby teams sets up picnic tables while the chefs prepare a feast for the guest.The whole team watches and talks of how nice it is to have someone over for dinner.