Yarsburg: An Eviction Notice

[Spicy Serious]

In the waning light of the day, as shadows claimed more and more of the jungle that encircles Asphodel. As the remaining residents, and the Ogres they uneasily share the city with now…a brilliant light emerges over the trees. Soaring across the treetops, and coming to hover high above the heart of the once-thrumming center of Vampirism in Esshar. Non-Magi, and ogres alike filter into it to gawk at the strange sight.

After a moment to adjust to the light against the darkening skies…wings. Gleaming wings of gleaming cosmic blood, pouring from the air behind a face familiar to many of the civilians. The motherly High Priestess who’s stay in the city ended abruptly after the death of Illythia. Ragnhild Sionnach. Who’s synthetic voice swiftly begins to boom across the square, echoing into the alleys and buildings.

”Remnants of Asphodel…squatters. I’ve returned to deliver a message to our large friends; Leave. This city is no ruin. And these people, people I swore to do right by-regardless of the circumstances of that oath. Do not deserve a child and her rabble running their homes into the ground.”

“You’ll have one chance ‘Yarsburg’ or whatever the Ogres have taken tah calling themselves. Bend the knee, or leave. I’ll give you a few months to decide…in the mean time. Those from the city are welcome in Aesirheim.”

“Long story short…consider this an eviction notice.”

With the message delivered. A beat of her wings carried the woman above the stones that the ogres begin to throw at the annoying gnat. Vanishing into the night sky…