The Desolation an unfinished project on the event by Gerald
The event that turned the thriving lands of The city of Allura into dangerous wasteland that is the The Deadlands is absolutely and totally famous.
Note: Mz Hardcackle says I haven't been doing a good job of this project, but the truth is nobody knows what set about the desolation, or why the Dealands seem to be expanding, but there is a record of what happened, so I guess I'll focus on that.
Over the prosperous city of Allura in 500 AD on a fine summer's afternoon, lightning ripped through the skies of Allura, turning mud to stone and trees to ash.
Dragons fell from the sky and power was sucked from the ground as the Earth was torn from Broceliande. Where the power went, or even where it came from, nobody can be sure. Some say that it was absorbed by Merlin's staff, others that it was used while tearing Broceliande from the Earth itself. And still other books say that Hades sent his lightning and destroyed the city out of pique, and that destruction set about a calamitous set of events that has yet to stabilize. In any case, ever since 500 AD and the desolation, the damage has spread until it covers not just the original city of Allura, but all the nearby lands from the mountains to the sea. "So either way it was all this Myrdden's fault? Did they kill him?" "Shh, my magic pen is recording everything you say."
"But it's important. Did they kill this Myrddin?"
"Don't be so bloodthirsty, Lilsa. Of course they didn't kill him. Nobody could be sure he was the one behind it. In fact there's a theory that the old man saved us all from the entire world as you know it being destroyed and ruled by Hades who was plannig to use the staff for just such a thing."
"Yes, it's easy to jump to conclusions, Gerald." Mz Hardcackle snapped. "But we're scholars, so we... 'Find out all the facts first,' the class chorused.
Gerald crossed his arms and stared grumpily at the wall, a little grey rain cloud over his head. "As I was saying, many blamed the old wizard who'd fallen through time..."Do you mind," I asked.
"As a sentient pen, I do prefer it when my work isn't smudged by sulky rainstorms."
"Obviously this project is upsetting you," Mrs Hardcackle said. "Maybe you could do a sweet one about a nice animal?"
Note: Mz Hardcackle says I haven't been doing a good job of this project, but the truth is nobody knows what set about the desolation, or why the Dealands seem to be expanding, but there is a record of what happened, so I guess I'll focus on that.
Over the prosperous city of Allura in 500 AD on a fine summer's afternoon, lightning ripped through the skies of Allura, turning mud to stone and trees to ash.
Dragons fell from the sky and power was sucked from the ground as the Earth was torn from Broceliande. Where the power went, or even where it came from, nobody can be sure. Some say that it was absorbed by Merlin's staff, others that it was used while tearing Broceliande from the Earth itself. And still other books say that Hades sent his lightning and destroyed the city out of pique, and that destruction set about a calamitous set of events that has yet to stabilize. In any case, ever since 500 AD and the desolation, the damage has spread until it covers not just the original city of Allura, but all the nearby lands from the mountains to the sea. "So either way it was all this Myrdden's fault? Did they kill him?" "Shh, my magic pen is recording everything you say."
"But it's important. Did they kill this Myrddin?"
"Don't be so bloodthirsty, Lilsa. Of course they didn't kill him. Nobody could be sure he was the one behind it. In fact there's a theory that the old man saved us all from the entire world as you know it being destroyed and ruled by Hades who was plannig to use the staff for just such a thing."
"Yes, it's easy to jump to conclusions, Gerald." Mz Hardcackle snapped. "But we're scholars, so we... 'Find out all the facts first,' the class chorused.
Gerald crossed his arms and stared grumpily at the wall, a little grey rain cloud over his head. "As I was saying, many blamed the old wizard who'd fallen through time..."Do you mind," I asked.
"As a sentient pen, I do prefer it when my work isn't smudged by sulky rainstorms."
"Obviously this project is upsetting you," Mrs Hardcackle said. "Maybe you could do a sweet one about a nice animal?"
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