God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

[wingwalker]

Who: GG & Xas.
What: Nattering in and about church.
Where: Cathedral of the Holy Cross.
When: Shundi, 13th of Ceidary.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings: Religion? I'll edit if anything comes up.

( we'll wait for our miracle )

Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands.

[baedalites]

Who: Horrid sky-cnidaria and you
What: A couple days of gently drifting, but hungry, frands.
Where: All over the city.
When: Misdi night and throughout the next couple days.
Notes: Jump in, battle some critters, get eaten, whatever pleases you.

As the first of the pre-dawn light filtered over the city, the wind shifted.

The first funk of spring in a busy city is swept away by a strong norwest'er of sharply salt-scented air from the sea. Intermingled with this weather front, is a large, drifting cloud of giant, gas-filled predatory siphonophores. These creatures, looking like giant versions of their earthly cousins, drift and move with the wind and blow in over the city proper. They will remain hovering over the city until the wind shifts them back out to sea. Once the glowing lights of the siphonophores are spotted by sailors out on the edge of Raven's Gate, the alarm is raised back on land and a message is sent out to all citizens.

They hunt by drifting along, lowering arms lined with poisonous barbs and flickering lights, paralyzing their prey and then lifting their insensate meals up to large, gastric bells for digestion.

Fire wards off and wounds the creatures and puncturing their gas floats can bring one of the beasts crashing down. Still, they are a resilient lot and over the next few days, there will be a dramatic reduction of feral urban animals. Sheriffs and the Militia will be out in force, working to secure the city and protect the citizentry.