It was looking like being a good day. I had arranged a furlough from the war front where the real warriors of Mol Rehan faced our bitter enemies on the very doorstep of WestMarch. I had learnt there that even now I am not a strong warrior, a reasonable archer, yes. A warrior? no. So I train and put in the effort learning the core skills of combat and hope that I might one day earn the accolade of 'Warrior' But today is not one of those days and there I was, aiding a friend and carting some produce up to HoM from Whosville. It was enjoyable helping out there again, so many memories I have stored there. The roads were quiet and the journey uneventful until I started closing in on the outskirts of HoM.

I had never seen such a sky, the clouds gathered and darkened with supernatural speed, lightning fired across the clouds and portentious simply didn't do it justice. This was crazy, and dangerous as I saw a tree felled by a mighty bolt not fifty feet away. I knew of a cave nearby and quickly guided the horses there. They did not complain as I drove them straight in even though I then had to dispatch the two scorpions who considered this home. I would have left the lava fiend alone just for the light but he was hungry for my horses and they had worked hard for me. I stood at the cavemouth and watched the skies as the clouds boiled and the lightning rolled and creased across the heavens. This is where the strangeness of it all really hit home. Lightning and clouds but no rain or thunder! Not a single drop of rain fell and the whole spectacle was silent. The lightning built up until I thought the skies themselves might explode but then I noticed the clouds taking on a purple tinge and the air greasy and thick with power.