Blackwood Blizzard of 1979
Thunder cracked the sky as the snow began to fall. The clouds darkened like the face of death. Amid the cacophony of the hounds of Herla bayed in hunger for the life of the world. Ghost riders tore though the veil to stalk the night. The heart of the forest trembled with fear as their hooves thundered through the sky in pursuit of the hounds who those who they might devour. In the headquarters of the Salian Order at Blackwood Abbey, the genius loci scried out in pain as the soul of the land tore under the savagery of the storm. Orders were issued, and units dispatched to protect the people and the wild. Wyverns rained from the sky like mammoth hail as the riders slew the entire flock. Trees snapped up their bulk as their lifeless bodies crashed into the ground. The flames from their heart burst into the sky, whipping up the winds as their heat warred against the snows. Golden and white flashes peeled through the night. The wampus fled to their dens, and the American Unicorns gathered in their herds, pooling their magic to defend themselves and their foals from the raging storm. Snow blinded the Salians' best efforts to see the path of the riders and the hounds through the sky. Even Dark Lord Michael Blackwood took to the sky in a vain attempt to calm the storm and fend off the beast that arose from its ferocity. Drymenn gathered in chapels, chantries, and their private residences to call on Taranis, Freyr, and Aeolus to calm the storm. Taranis and Freyr were too far away to assist, but Aeolus pooled the prayers and collective powers of the people to shield as many as he could. For two days, the storm raged on, exhausting the power of those who struggled to quell the confluence of powers that tormented them. When the storm cleared, all the wrecca knew was that a blizzard hit the region out of no where.