WHO: Any character WHAT: Trouble WHERE: Stable courtyard of the inn / the spell anchor WHEN: Day-20 After 2 in the morning WARNINGS: tbd STATUS: open to all
Two and a quarter hours after midnight, savage lightning struck without warning. A blinding bolt hit the spell anchor, shredding the blue and white striped tent around it before catching the cloth on fire. The force of nature's explosion was so great the wheels on the cart splintered into a thousand pieces. The wagon bed thudded heavily to the ground, crushing flowers. There was silence for a few minutes, unnatural, until worried voices sounded in the night as some travellers ran outside to the stable courtyard.
Fire roared, grabbing the tatters of the pavilion tent, crawling up and roaring again to triple its height. Lower branches of a nearby tree burst into flame. The inferno was a crackling beast hungry to consume all in its hell. Suddenly, the air was full of static electricity. An intense bolt or three shot upward from the spell anchor to angry dark clouds far above, ripping holes in the storm where they struck. The iron ring on top of the tent's framework blew high into the air as more lightning tore from the ground to sky. For a few seconds, clouds glowed as if they would catch fire too. Then the dark gray vanished, leaving behind the brilliance of stars peering on the the tree that burned. There was a roar from the fire and the air had the heavy scent of ozone.
Horses screamed in the stables and the pair of goats came leaping out, small enough to escape. The white direwolf loped around from the other side of the inn, stopping to stare at the inferno with his red eyes. The entire tree was consumed in flames by now. Blessedly, it wasn't near enough to the buildings to spread further.
The iron ring hit ground, mere inches from a couple of the travellers.