Literature
Basilisk Event Part 3
It was yet another long, stormy day in the summer country of Alora. Most of the country's citizens were used to one of these storms blowing in every once and a while, especially when their seasonal god was under stress. For the most part, people treated those as a function of normal as they came and went within a few days. This was nothing like any of those times.
The driving rain came down in torrents for hours on end before stopping abruptly and moving to a different part of the country. Even during these lulls in the rain the wind, especially in and among the buildings of Auric city, howled in an uncanny mockery of Ayre's grief.