Rumble of Thunder.

the Technomancer, the Foodsmith and the Jester walked hurriedly through the darkess.

a storm was brewing. the skies were cloudy and the moon hardly shone through.

the rumble of thunder resonated through the world, and the Technomancer and the Foodsmith shuddered at the sound. the Jester glanced worriedly at the duo.

the storm was fast approaching.

they ran to a nearby chariot-stop and hailed a chariot containing several other villagers going about their business. they boarded the chariot and stood in an empty space, looking nervously out the holes in the chariot walls paved with glass.

the rumble echoed once again, and the very force of it shook the Technomancer. his teeth chattered and his body shook as he feared the very coming of the storm. 

a fierce wind broke, and the Technomancer saw the Foodsmith move back, avoiding the wind that could weaken his resolve.

the Foodsmith, too, feared the storm.

the Jester moved away from the burst of air, and muttered a silent prayer. the impending storm was nearly upon them - the Jester did not want to be ensnared by the force of nature.

the Jester then abandoned the chariot, seeking his own means of travel several minutes later.

the Foodsmith made a noise, and doubled over. the sheer power of nature had already eaten away at his consciousness, and he was weak - the Technomancer felt his pain as a jolt of pain hit him like a sledgehammer.

the chariot pulled to a stop near their abodes, and the Technomancer and Foodsmith leapt out.

they waved farewell as each ran to their dwellings.

the Technomancer felt the trembling of the earth as he entered his construct - a strange pulley system that brought the ground from beneath him up, up and away to his abode many tens of feet into the air. he then muttered the silent lock-spell to unbolt the gates of his dwelling, and entered.

the storm raged now, faster than ever, and the Technomancer ran for his life before the storm hit. his nerves pulsated and the very world seem to spin and shrink as the strain in his body doubled. the storm was clearly upon him.

the Technomancer ran to the Relief-room, where he threw his equipment and weapons to the floor, and sat upon his Throne..

and the storm hit.

a furious maelstrom ripped through, and the entire relief room was filled with thunder, hail and smoke. the Technomancer's head spun and he cringed as his very skin cried out to be relieved from this terror...

and the meteor struck.

a tremendous, terrible sound filled the area and the natives cowered in fear, holding their breaths..

and all was still.

the storm had passed.

the Technomancer heaved a sigh of relief and re-equipped himself with his armour.

yet another small victory for the poor, lonely soul.