The Great Rift Sunders Palmydia

Disaster / Destruction

Finally the storm began to subside and for the first time in ages, it seemed, the clouds parted for the sun. It seemed as if the worst was already over, that things were about to get better for the beings of the old world. However all was not as it seemed and things were only going to get worse. Villagers came out of their cottages to cheer at the sight of the sun and the sounds of the song birds. They had picked up their tools and were eager to begin repairing the damages left by the ravaging storm.  

Everyone was startled by a sudden rumbling noise that erupted from the soils below and the earth trembled once again. Just then the very land itself was torn asunder, villagers and buildings both consumed in its unending depths. Huts that had once been merely feet away were now across this massive void. Children frolicking in the renewed day were ripped from their mothers, the cries echoing across the canyon. The few remaining farm animals left from the war plummeted to their deaths, the small stores of food were swallowed up by the unyielding earth. It was whispered by giant eagles that Uelrog had been standing at what is believed to be the epicenter of the rift. Though he struggled and thrashed with inhuman voracity, he only destroyed the rocky crags that were supporting his mighty girth. Even with all of his strength, he could not pull himself up and out from the gaping maw of the land that he had held fast to, and finally plummeted to his death. Or so it is believed, none have ever descended into the rift to check. The remaining hordes of Uelrog, shattered by their lost god, were driven far north back to the great wastes. There they have remained, awaiting the Second Coming of Uelrog.