[IRP] The First of Many

[Toogee]

“While Satsume and Orica set up in the front, the rest of us should plan on who is taking what position.”

As Paige was preparing to get units filled, a strange whirling sound filled the air. It became louder and louder in the span of a few seconds. Before Paige could figure out what the sound was, something crashed into the roof of the schoolhouse. Paige had to stabilize herself with a nearby desk to avoid falling over from the impact. The remaining villagers inside were visibly panicked; several screamed at the shock of a giant flaming rock embedded in the ceiling. The ceiling creaked as it struggled to support the meteor that had crashed into them. Smoke billowed from the ceiling as the people inside came to the realization that the roof was on fire.

“Everybody out!” cried one of the villagers. Almost the entire room rushed for the single exit, eliciting more screams from the masses. Paige made sure to keep near the desks to avoid getting trampled. She knew that it wouldn’t do any good if they all crammed the only door. Either the smoke would suffocate them or the damaged roof would cave in.

Paige took note of the two windows on the same wall as the door and grabbed a chair. She slammed the chair into the window, shattering the glass. The woman cleared out the remaining glass on the frame to finish up a makeshift exit. Paige picked up a small child and set her outside. She helped the child’s mother afterwards before alerting the panicked masses.

“Stay calm! Only so many can fit through that door!”
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Back outside, the blacksmith and the other men watched in horror as the place where their loved were hidden ignited. Whatever battle fervor they had was lost as the threat to them escalated. They all abandoned their posts to help evacuate the school. The only exception was the messenger boy. That was no ordinary fire: that was a spell. The Pheraen knights may have been their only hope at this point, so he continued onward.
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“GLASS! GLASS! GLASS! GLASS! GLASS!”

The band of brigands cried out the name of their leader, the wielder of the Meteor tome. With this power, no village would dare oppose them!

“They will know why the gods still fear the name of Glass!” Glass announced, preparing another volley of Meteor for the village.