//Just for clarity, there was no deliberate "creator" of the wave, it is just what you realisticly would have if you move a huge chunk of land at above the speed of sound in water. This is similar for the gas, you get poisonous gases in eruptions.//
The wave went towards Laus, but could not reach the speed of the chunk of land, which now turned from going South East to going East, while the wave moved in a straight line.
All this time, more tsunamis were constantly and continuously coming in the wake of the moving chunk of the land, with the directions now changing.
Meanwhile, Zeros''s wave smashed into the land of Wahabia, a desert land for the most part, but with some sea ports on the North coast. These were absolutely wiped out by Zeros''s wave, along with a total number of sentients of 30,000. Debris was carried several kilometres into the desert, adding salt water to the dry sand, leaving a sandy salt pan years later, littered with bones long picked clean by vultures.
//All actions have consequences.//
Tesla watched as the new direction of the wake caused waves to go towards the completely barren land of Tristeria, a sad place home only to hermits. A few hundred lives at the most, not worth the loss of speed caused by saving it. The survival of 100,000 was much more important.
Almost the entirity of Tristeria was overrun by water, leaving only a few mountain peaks untouched, and so leaving only the more pious hermits alive. Years later, that evolved into folklore in the hermit communities, that their god had sent a great wave to cleanse Tristeria of the less righteous, and force the hermits to continue on the pious path. As a result, their hostility to infidel outsiders increased with fanatically religious fervour.
//Trent, Xenai is perfectly safe and within the city walls of Laus (obviously not for very long though if he attacks the inhabitants).//
Tesla said to Ein, "You evidently have great intellectual ability for magic. Well done.
"If I get, er..., jerked away and Haraldur does not immediately awake, please make sure he does."
The island continued to move at a steady pace, the engines in the centre making only a little noise.
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Salazar and his army on water and air stopped when they saw a giant steaming mass in front of them, making it impossible to see anything. //The heat of the magma is still producing steam.//
Ah, perfect, thought Salazar, Draven has already done the work for me. Better make sure, though...
Franco picked up an orb and sent the following message to his temporary embassy (read: the deputy in the Crimson Palace), which relayed it to Draven:
I have just arrived near Laus with my aerial and ground troops, and am, I think, pleasantly surprised to find that Laus has been eliminated, as it is emphatically not visible. Indeed, the area is saturated with a hot fog as from underwater volcanic activity. Which General of yours was it that devised such a cunning method of eliminating Laus? I would wish to reward him.
Generalisímo Benito Franco Salazar
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//Assuming the Prophet is followed by Hyperion...//
The Prophet finally reached the end of the corridor, and unlocked a door, allowing Hyperion to follow.
The acolytes stared up to see their master back, and then returned to their books.
All around were stacks and stack of bookshelves and books, and desks with hundreds of acolytes scribbling details into.
The Prophet turned, and faced Hyperion. "Hopefully you now know the way here. The password for the outer door is 'Long life and power for the Gaian Empire', hehe... ah the ambition of that first Empire, run by Melkoth when he was very very young, ooh... hundreds of thousands of years ago. He started many other empires later, but this was the first. Good times. Unless you were a slave, of course, but what does that matter? Ahhh... There is a lot of history written here, my young vassal. Our history.
"We are not in fact prophets, although that is the image we prefer to give, although we do have very limited prescience. Our actual activities are in fact concerned with making history go the way we want it, and for hundreds of millienia we have been absolutely successful, until very recently. Our name is this: 'Order of the Poison Ring of Melkoth', you are not to tell this to outsiders. You will find out about the Poison Ring and more, later, if you succeed in your first task.
"I wish you to seek out Lord Draven, and kill him. I want definite proof of the deed as well: I want his head. Do you have any questions?"
