#toafkstorm

When the storm started howling its rages outside Brangaine had shivered in fear, but had believed she would be safe within the castle walls. Now she wasn’t so sure, as the wind beat its fury at the windows and the horrible, loud sound of stone cracking echoed in her ears. Not even shutting the windows could hold back the rain entirely; the stone floors were damp as she hurried along them, trying anxiously to find somewhere safe. Her heartbeat was almost as long as the thunder in her ears and she kept thinking of Mark - where was he? Was he alright? Was he hurt? Had he been caught outside?

There was no way of knowing, and even if she could find him there was little of use she could do. All she could do was pray. Please, please be safe. Whatever gods are listening, please, keep him safe. Let your anger pass him by, I beg you.

A sudden, horrendous groan from above her distracted her, and she looked up in horror to see piecing of the ceiling beginning to crumble inwards. If she stayed put she was sure to be crushed. Hefting up her skirts she ran for dear life, crying out in fright as lumps of stone crashed down around her and almost running headlong into someone else as she came around the corner in her haste to get away.

@yvainthelionknight @accolondugal

It was supposed to have been a day just like any other. The Marshall would do his rounds and come one step closer to regaining the grasp he had had of the ever growing Kingdom before he had gone on his great quest. Rain had come out of nowhere. Muck, mud and bit of water wasn’t something that he minded and so he had continued along his way. Lightening strikes brought about his first lick of fear. Rains picked up and it became more and more difficult to walk. Every moment it became more and more dangerous for him to be outdoors. He’d gathered those nearest him, shunting them into the nearest building before casting one last glance outside to make certain their were no stragglers. Bedivere closed the door, staring out at those around him. Lucan.....Elysande....I hope they are okay.....

The sudden echoes of thunder, like the deep, angry growling of some primordial beast, made Líadan pause in the street. She had only ever heard such a sound once and hearing it again made her soul tremble in fright. That was the sound of wrath of a god.

Shadows seemed to fall from nowhere. She looked up to see the sky already black as clouds covered everything, and with the instinct of one who knows their survival is in question starting running as fast as she could back towards the bakery, dropping everything she carried. As she ran she felt the first cold drops of rain and then suddenly it was everywhere - an almighty tempest that wanted to swallow everything whole, the heavy drumming of rain and hail mixed with screams and shouts as people started to realise what was happening.

Oh, gods. Líadan could feel herself beginning to change as the water crashed down, and had to practically throw herself the last few feet into the bakery. She hit the floor hard, pain blossoming in her shoulder, and immediately scrabbled on to feet that were wanting to stick together and only prevented so from doing so by her boots to reach and close the door with hands beginning to web.

She was about to ram in shut when she saw the shapes of two women running past, lost, with hail battering down all around them. She hesitated, knowing that if she let them in they would see her skin glittering with scales and gills opening beneath her ears ... but if she didn’t, then they might die.

“In here!” she screamed over the howling of the wind, “Quickly!”

Guinevak stumbled from her room, hand pressed to her side. It felt as if the whole castle were trembling, the gods beating their fists agains the walls and windows and screaming, screaming some unspeakable rage the like of which had never been heard before. Hair falling loose down her back, a robe wrapped around her, she knew it was probably foolish to leave the relative safety of her room - but she couldn’t stay there not knowing where her sister was, if she and the king were safe, or what was happening.

Everything seemed to be wet, rain hammering with such fury against the windows that they couldn’t hold entirely. Guinevak slipped and stumbled, flingining out an arm against the wall to hold herself up as she made her way down the hallway. Where was everyone? She could hear shrieks and shouts, but they were distant and she couldn’t make them out. “Guinevere?” she called out, fear making her voice waver. “Guinvere! Arthur!”

Imagine his relief when a figure came through the doors, looking for the most part unharmed. “Oh thank the gods, here take this.” Leaving the patient he’d been working with sitting on a table, he quickly shoved some blankets into the empty arms of the new arrival. “Take these and try and mop up as much water as you can. I can’t have people slipping and getting even more injured.” 

@merryshieldmaid @eleanorofcamelot

“No, no, no, no!” Dindrane waded through the water to snatch up another scroll before it got soaked, securing it firmly under her arm. She already had two books and three scrolls, and it was doubtful she could carry any more. But how could she stop? All the knowledge, all the stories and poetry and music ... they couldn’t just lose them! It was unthinkable. Heedless of the fact that the skirt of dress was soaked up to her calves already or the wind that was rattling the window shutters, she struggled across the room and stowed her treasures on as high a shelf as she could reach.

Where was all this water coming from? Even as awful as the storm outside sounded, she couldn’t believe that the library could flood so much. It was all she could do to told back her tears to prevent any more water damage. It was no good, she couldn’t do this alone. She needed help. Splashing across the room she flung open the door and grabbed the first person she saw running through the corridors. Not even bothering to look to see who it was, she started dragging them into the library. “You have to help me!” she said desperately, “We have to save the books!!”

@dinadanhirhyfelwr @shesmagicaldeer

This would teach her never to go out without her personal guard again. The storm caught her by surprise and before she managed to return to the castle, it was so hard to see and Cyra eventually found herself lost in the city of Camelot. She was almost sure she was heading in the right direction but soon realised she had no idea where she was. “Excuse me,” she called out to a person walking, more like rushing, in the opposite direction. “I need to get to the castle! Can you help me?” So much water falling from the sky made her feel like she could drown and that was bringing back some heavy memories.

@eadwigtrodai @caderynmacaodha

The lightning stroke the tree on her left and Ceri let out a startled shriek. Had she believed in gods, now would be the perfect time to pray to them. But she never did and therefore there was no one else to rely upon than herself. She was just in the middle of hunting a deer when the first lightning stroke and the rain started; it was all so sudden, no signs of it when she was leaving her house. Now she was too far away from the city and running back to her house wasn’t safe; with the frequency the trees were being hit, it was only a matter of time before the lightning would struck her.

She had a rough idea of the whereabouts of a camp, just outside the forest. She had always been avoiding that place, just in case, because while she wasn’t entirely sure it belonged to the Saxons, her senses were telling her that it wasn’t safe to wander around. Now this place that was usually raising all the red flags in her brain seemed like her best chance for survival. With the thunder rumbling behind her back, the huntress sprinted out of the woods, trying to keep as low as she could until she reached the borders of the camp and hid behind one of the tents to avoid being caught by those moving about.