Sabra La Tau

Who: Everyone
Where: The Sacred City
When: King’s Year 200, ???
What:

[The days, weeks and months have been passing quietly. You've have had more than enough things to do. Even after the Builder's gift, there have been new buildings to make, materials to pool together, crops to begin to raise, businesses to start again.

There’s no change of the seasons, but it’s been hard not to notice that time has passed. More than the Oracle originally said would be necessary. It is hard for most to care, with something of a perfect world in front of them.

Lately each morning, you wake up with a start, heart pounding, and for a moment everything is grainy, as if seeing it in on cloth...

The moment you blink, it's gone.]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 200, very early morning
What:

HaHA! Well, that’s enough of that, isn’t it?

[You awaken. You are lying on the Arena floor, in exactly the same health as when you answered the last Call. It seems like ... everyone is here, though some are slower to wake that others.

As you lift your head... you see possibly the most enormous spider you could ever imagine... were it intact and not well broken and torn to pieces, ichor covering a great deal of the Arena. As you watch, it is crumbling, becoming sand... and simply falling away as if it never were. Beside it, an empty loom cracks and falls apart piece by piece as well.

Enormous bloody pawprints lead away towards the Arena doors.

The King is on the throne.]

Up a little late aren’t you? I would run along now, if I were you.

Who: Hydracula, visitors
Where: Angerdome
When: Day 200, post WHAT WAS THAT!!!
What:

[Eventually Hydracula makes it back to the angerdome and promptly barricades themselves in (unless they went to Vulpecula dorms, perhaps). It is then that the most important question is asked:]

. . . Is everyone okay?