Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

briar can be assumed missing

The neb remained silent as the high priest began his edict. His eyes trailed from the red priest. As a man of outside origin, Briar held his reservations of divinity tightly behind his teeth. First hand he was witnessing the reward for blasphemy.

Deep within the stone halls, a low groan eked from the stone. Briar turned his face from the hearing, instead casting his two-toned gaze into the darkness of the cave entrance.

He would have sworn he heard the stone heave a sigh. A peaceful breath before the reckoning that followed.

The cracking of rock thundered throughout the mesa and the rush of water roared down the halls. The sundering of the palace was accompanied by the horror of its denizens. His own voice rose as panicked cries joined the air. The cacophony drowned out by the hammer of his own heart in his ears.

Shoved, throttled, lifted off his feet. Briar found himself taken in the surge of the crowd. Racing, like many, for his life.