A cruel twister of fate
The sky had turned green and there was a heaviness in the wind. Clouds had gathered to the east, dark and ominous, flashing with light and streaming with rain. As it moved over the land, the clouds curved to a hook, gathering speed and fury with the whipping winds. Slowly, inexorably, a tendril of vapor and wind stretched down to touch land and where it passed trees bent and snapped.
The twister moved unpredictably, darting this way and that, like it was guided by some demented mind. At the top of the funnel, nearly obscured by the other detritus that the tornado had picked up spun a large box like object. It was beyond belief, really, that a tornado could have such strength. The twister stuttered, swayed and then drew up into the clouds. Everything it had picked up tumbled back down and the farmhouse it carried plummeted to earth.
At least, Katurian thought, staring up with the rain lashing his face, this was a fitting way to go.
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The branches tore at Elphaba's clothes as she ran, screaming to match the screaming in her head. Somewhere behind her, Glinda followed, calling her name but Elphaba was past hearing. The thundering wind and pained cries were all that got through. She had no idea it was raining or that she was soaked to the skin. When she finally fought free of the trees, she had eyes only for the broken farmhouse, the single outflung hand visible beneath it and the chair--wheeled and ornately carved--that stood off to one side, abandoned. "Nessa!" she screamed, having no choice, the cry torn from her heart, "NESSA!"
[Dead guy and two witches plus an empty wheelchair which is Elphaba's item. Tag Elphaba or Glinda. You can't tag Katurian. He's dead.]
The twister moved unpredictably, darting this way and that, like it was guided by some demented mind. At the top of the funnel, nearly obscured by the other detritus that the tornado had picked up spun a large box like object. It was beyond belief, really, that a tornado could have such strength. The twister stuttered, swayed and then drew up into the clouds. Everything it had picked up tumbled back down and the farmhouse it carried plummeted to earth.
At least, Katurian thought, staring up with the rain lashing his face, this was a fitting way to go.
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The branches tore at Elphaba's clothes as she ran, screaming to match the screaming in her head. Somewhere behind her, Glinda followed, calling her name but Elphaba was past hearing. The thundering wind and pained cries were all that got through. She had no idea it was raining or that she was soaked to the skin. When she finally fought free of the trees, she had eyes only for the broken farmhouse, the single outflung hand visible beneath it and the chair--wheeled and ornately carved--that stood off to one side, abandoned. "Nessa!" she screamed, having no choice, the cry torn from her heart, "NESSA!"
[Dead guy and two witches plus an empty wheelchair which is Elphaba's item. Tag Elphaba or Glinda. You can't tag Katurian. He's dead.]