Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150817173834/@comment-5543592-20150826021527

(Sad music, must listen)

Theo watched the college for a moment as flames sparkled from it. He'd always enjoyed the light, had an affinity with it. But this fire was ungodly, how it ate and consumed.

The ancient cobblestone and marble of the once great archanium was no match for the luminescient heat. The flames gobbled down the building, charring the corpses inside, engulfing the books, all the secrets it held.

Towers groaned and collapsed with booms. It was almost as if the College was letting off a dying scream. Slowly the fire brought down the walls as the supports beneath them fell. Many collapses and explosions later, all that remained was rubble.

If the world survived, and stood for an eon more, perhaps they had saved something, there would be no College.

Theo spat in the snow, ruffled his nose. He was only angry at himself. This was a failure. Look at what he had allowed to be destroyed. For what? A packet of notes? He turned away, and headed after the already departing group. The scent of smoke filled his nostrils and for once it did not remind him of the warmth of home.