<< >At the edge of that area, the wind simply fades away into nothing, coming
>in from the outside and just quickly but gently disappearing. It goes away.
>It goes nowhere, just away.
Man, that is just creepy. Major-league creepy, with a capital "creep". I dunno bout the rest of you, but I'd rather be in Dorastor when that happens.>>
You think that's bad... but, hang on, hasn't Greg said that Ernalda's magic fails also? The Ernaldan equivalent of all the winds stopping is (at the very least) a total failure of the crop harvest for that year. Now, IMO, the consequences of *that* are a damn sight scarier even than what's going on with the wind...
Eeeek!! :-)
Trotsky
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