Hoshor Plains The day the skies touched the earth

I've decided to do no rounds in this thread, though if you want to earn the EXP for this thread you'll need to make at least three posts.
@Zoratto gave me the coolest idea and now Hoshor Plains is now victim of the cutest of things (psst, maybe Zoratto finds Rakharo??)

- @Azzaro @Zoratto @Rhanno @Vitihi @Kivi @Awazzi @Tomahawk -

Rakharo's patience was starting to fade, and he decided that he couldn't just shelter himself alone in the safety of Vaes Aenai. He needed to find the rest of his Khalas or he couldn't call himself a Khal anymore, so with determination, Rakharo set foot to gather his group. His calls were being silenced by the loud roars of the wind, which was threatening to pull Rakharo himself away from the land and flying in the air. The sky above was fully dark now, not only because the sun had completely set, but because the fire that had started in the north had made a column of smoke that blocked the view almost completely from Vaes Aenai to the north. And then, the ashened clouds above him starter twisting suddenly a mile or two ahead of him. A cone form started shaping itself downwards as Rakharo ran down the hills, but just before he'd managed to reach the plains below, the column of wind touched the ground with a roar and everything beneath it was abruptly torn out of the ground and thrown else where.

Rakharo halted to a full stop again, not so far away from the tornado. He didn't know thins, but across the monster, Zoratto was trying to reach safe grounds, and coincidentially, both of them decided to turn south when a lightning striked again with the loudest and most shocking sound Rakharo had ever heard. The Khal himself was thrown several feet back, the bolt had hit so close to him that he was feeling electric, and was almost deaf. Only a high-pitched beep was all he could hear. The grass in front of him had caught fire, too and it was spreading fast. Rakharo, deafened, tryied to crawl away from the fire, but the whirlwind had other plans, and slowly danced towards it. And when they merged, the wind caught fire too, making the column of air, a column of fire that rose dosens of feet above the ground, and faded away into yet another cloud of black smoke.