Tal ran as the city appeared to come to life. The familiar bell had returned and  multiplied. Its source revealed to be bird-like automations that gave chase shot magic salvos that burned through Tal’s cloak and gear. Tal had never seen anything of the sort but the automatons were not what they feared most. As Tal ran through the streets, up and down buildings they saw the origin of the roar. A colossal worm-like creature hovered above the city moving towards them. Tal recalled the fresco remembering the image of a guardian that orbited the city. It reminded Tal of the stories of legend their people told. Stories of old primordial gods that no longer existed. But it did. And it was headed right for them.

Survive...

Fallharbor