Sarosh and Indira sipped freshly brewed coffee on the balcony, watching the sun come up on Friday morning. She reflected on how odd it was to see the serenity of the oceans after the past weeks unchecked destruction.None now doubted the existence of a malevolence beneath the waves, and whatever it was, it was first and foremost an enemy. Even with the recent upheaval on topside, the violence, destruction, and death toll was a massacre unlike most Stormhaveners had ever even imagined, let alone experienced. Even the most insensitive closed minds could hear the anguished astral cry of thousands upon thousands of souls severed from this earthly world in the blink of an eye.
Over the course of the week, most of the followers and henchmen loyal to Jaren had come to congregate at the Cinder Block. Although the Dragon Docks stood strong, they were all but deserted. What ships that were able to escape the maelstrom had sailed off to ship moots or even farther, and none of them could blame the captains' decision.
Vormite was quick to pick up on the doom and pall over the driftdowns when the LC hunkered down for their trap. He quickly dispatched Sons ships to get them out of harbor and on the seas. He then ordered all dock guard to fall back to the Harbormaster dock office and to work only towards saving company assets and people. Hislop, Bar-Bazu and his cousin Breaker, and Firi all seemed to treat Vormite a little bit differently. He had proven to them all, in both the best and worst of times, that he was a leader to be trusted and respected for his intelligence and preparedness. Besides themselves, they were able to save about 50 others from the sodden execution the rest of the driftdowns were subjected to. They all peered out from the reinforced Harbormaster office and watched all they debris, fallen ships, flotsam and jetsam that made up the driftdowns succumb to the torrent of the enraged ocean and sink forever below. In the blink of an eye, the driftdowns was no more.
Filis Fey was warming another pot of tea friday morning, and was hosting a small party of close associates in the lobby of the Dragon Nest, a room that has come to be known as Filis' Tearoom. Dalia Toma, her eager student and devotee despite her own talents, was there with her uncle, Pippen. Embre, Jaren's master craftsman, was also here. He had found his only real friendship here in Filis, who seemed to regard the lost flame of the azer with profound pity. Sarosh and Indira joined, as she had in particular begun to enjoy morning tea with Filis. The discussion was a little different today, because it was friday. The brothers seemed to have an energy they saved up for fridays, and the staff and indeed the neighborhood around the Cinder Block fed off that energy, always culminating with the week's celebration on friday night. Neither Lord Auge nor Lord Jaren had announced a theme yet, and there was a lot of talk about what Neutral Grounds was going to be like tonight.
There was talk over tea of tributes to the fallen, prayers for the lost, and tranquil morose moods. There was talk of celebrating those who survived. Then there was talk of using the destruction from the Beast to fuel a surge in those looking for some protection from such a creature - couldn't the church built by Lord Jaren offer that hope? In the blink of an eye, the worship of a dragon god started to make sense.