Words of Death and Destruction

[Archange]

"Hear ye... hear... ye..!"

A man in dark robes runs the stairs of the church, standing at the very middle of it. Ringing a most annoying bell. In his hands, another parchment. His voice is tired, and he seems out of breath even.

"The sermon... is... rescheduled... for the next fortnight..."

A deep breath from the old man, as he continues to read the parchment.

"Lord Shiva's wagon was... s-stolen by a local gang of hooligans...!"

Somewhere in the crowd, a gasp from a faithful follower.

"And... now Lord Shiva is attempting to ... recover his precious wagon and belongings..."

Hear...ye... hear... ye...!"

The words are repeated, though each time it carries less and less boom from the old man's voice. It was not something he was proud to announce.

[RE-SCHEDULED AGAIN!!!]
TIME: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH, 6PM EST
WHERE: THE CHURCH NEXT TO THE TOWER OF AETIUS 

sorry