Le Cirque de la lune tombante
Memoirs of Iconia
this is a collection of journal entries from Iconia’s burning
High Priestess of Avandra I am the only one left of the council gods still left in the Pantheon I am the high priestess of a godess who wanders yet I am stuck in the city to serve on this council. I pick up my satchel from a bench with the goddesse’s holy symbol and leave the pantheon to go towards the shrine in front of the gates. I hear a screeching sound before I leave and look up through a circular opening in the center the night sky has a giant red wound going straight throught it. From that wound fire falls like blood from the sky fire falls throught the opening the holy wards become active but are consumed by the fire and the fire begins to burn the pantheon traveling up the marble columns and onto the bronze statue of gods I must tell the others, wait I see a face in the fire, it’s a demon by the gods there has not been a greater demon on the material plane for centuries…
Banner Carrier I carry the standard high I am dressed in cermonial armor of gold and red we my company and I are part of a parade to celebrate the new Millenum we go through an olive grove on our way to the next main street we hear people screaming we think those our screams of surprise but we were wrong, there is a giant red rip in the sky and fire falls from above what have we done to anger te gods.