The Titans had long travelled the same path, coming from he desert, marking the western edge of Tâlreth, then heading back out into the desert. Looking somewhat like a cross between a tortoise, rhino, and elephant, they were slow plodding Giants, cutting a chasm through the earth with their passing. And passing they were, for not a single one had been known to stop on it's path, save for those who dropped dead from some unknown cuause. Those were found thrown seemingly effortlessly over the edge of the chasm by one of their brethren.

When the Comet came, this hidden power was unleashed, a devastating blow to the already crumbled ancient kingdom. It was, as King Âsmeir said when he heard of these rampages, "Fitting, that such a great blow be that to end such a great Kingdom, not some slow death in the night."

The Order of the Seal was adept at laying Wards and Protections, and over the centuries the cities of Tâlreth had accumulated thousands of layered spells, built into the very stones of the walls. At first the citizens of the city had been hopefull that this would protect them from the ravaging Titans, but when the city of Rinâs fell, even these last hopes were dashed. The thriving undercity panicked at their imminent destruction, with thousands fleeing to try and find refuge in another nation.

The cities, for the most part, hunkered down, and slowly died, the Titans taking often weeks to break through all the wards, but breaking through none-the-less. Their were two which did not. Âsmeir had decreed that if Tâlreth would fall, the world would see one last glimpse of the power it had once wielded. Nearly two thirds of the Order of the Seal, a full thousand, gathered in Rinâs to perform one final ritual. As the Titans gathered around the city, chanting could be heard by those few who dared to peek from the surrounding forest. The Titans pushed at the walls for 30 days and 30 nights, their restless force matched by the unending chanting from within the city walls. On the thirtieth night, at midnight, a full 53 days after the Comet was sighted [That reasonable for time?], the chanting stopped. For a single moment, even the Titans, who had never been seen to pause in all of history except when dead, stopped.

And then the world turned to light.

And then the world turned to glass.

The initial explosion of light from the spell could be seen across the entirety of Solos. As near as Sarn and Kel'Ar it turned the night as bright as day, in Aestus it was barely visable as a flash on the horizon.

When the light cleared, the Titans, and the city they surrounded, were turned to glass. No one knew how a spell of that much power could even be cast; the Titans were effectively unkillable even to the strongest mage, or an army of mortal men. There were rumors, of course: that the magic in the city walls had been unleashed all in one instant, creating an enormous backlash, that there had been a secret doomsday weapon, a last resort for such an eventuality, that the entire population that remained in Rinâs, more then ten thousand, had been sacrificed so that their life energetic could power the spell. Whatever had caused it, at the origin of the spell was a single thing not made of glass. A small spiral, of gold, silver, and electrum, with four stones of Lapis Lazuli at the compass points. In the center was something so important that many who had seen it had been killed by others for their knowledge, and no-one who reached the other civilizations had knowledge of what had been in the center, except for rumors that it might be connected to the source of the spell.

The other city was Itrâns, and the reason for this was the Seal. The small spiral of metals at the center of Rinâs was, in effect, a much smaller version of the Seal, although with the kingdom fallen, no research was done to determine how similer they might have been. Before, at the Seal, Titans had been stopped and turned away, now they tested it. They walked around the edge of its range, seemingly infuriated by their inability to peirce the boundary. Unfortunately, Itrâns did not lay fully inside of that boundary, and the thwarted Titan's wrath was unleashed on the home city of the Order of the Seal. A full third of the city was completely destroyed, and the ceaseless Titans still walked in circles around the Seal, creating a new chasm around the city. Enough of the land left was arable such that the last remembers of the Order of the Seal could survive, but they were entirely cut off except for the most daring of smugglers and traders.

Perhaps the greatest mystery was the outcome of the Royal Bloodline. The King was suspected to have been in Rinâs when it turned to glass, but his twin daughters, Ândria and Châr, were nowhere to be found.

[I want to make some lasting rp before I leave, if anyone is interested in following up one of these storylines, leave a comment. Doesn't matter how far away you are.]