On it was noon, on this lovely day in Reajh. Yet it belied a developing situation happening in one of the poorer sections in the Connlaothian capital. Screams were heard as masses of people ran a narrow street, struggling to flee from lighting striking and killing those on the back of the panic line.
Behind them were a group of a dozen disfigured individuals men and women all bald, wearing ragged gray robes. They moved with a slow yet murderous pace, one of the them in front was shooting out lighting bolts every so often at the people with a furious glance to match.
Soon the fleeing mob were spreading out through alleys to escape being herd into their deaths. Already many of them and suffered died in this quarter. A few soldiers a yard away spotted the commotion. One of them was sent away to message the garrison for Modrecai support, it was a Mage attack!
The remainder of the squad advance to meet the threat, but were quickly burned alive by another of the robed mages. They entered a square that a busy local market and unleashed their spells to kill the occupants on sight, men, women, and childern.
The front leading woman called out while she sroched an elderly man a few feet away.
"Die insects! Feel our pain!"
