Plaza of executioners

....he screamed his rage and utter despair to the sky .His throat ached and bled with the sudden violence of his hoarse cry.He opened his hands wide and turned his gaze to the gray clouds above .He concentrated and touched his Saar .Pain exploded inside his soul. His rage fuelled his touch with the Saar, and that fuelled the pain.The relentless punishment of his magick. Revelling inside the haze of his torment he laughed. His laughter could freeze the blood of a demon. His eyes glowed with hidden tears. His face turne expressionless. His fingernails turned slowly black .An ethereal viscous substance that reeked a horrible stench began to form on them .Little droplets of an otherwordly texture fell to the ground. He concentrated more, he immersed himself in the deep waters of the Rang'Saar.The power he was drawing from his soul threatened to overwhelm him.A black circle began to take form under his feet .A circle made of Void and Chaos ...and utter Death ,spinning,twisting,turning,writhing..almost alive.His face was agony itself ,his lips trembled with the effort it took to control his magick . Suddenly ,he raised his hands ,and with a violent gesture ,pointed at the stormclouds ,accusing them,begging them,punishing them ,bowing to their magnificence .The scream that escaped his lips was beyond human or beast. And the black circle spread under him and encompassed the plaza of the Executioners .Naarthana's body still hanged on the scaffold .He opened his eyes .And Moren recoiled from the malicious rage he saw mirrored in them .He knew what would follow .Not one would leave alive the place where their companion met an untimely death .The crowd ,cheering until two minutes ago,cheering with the perverted laughter of people receiving pleasure while watching the execution of another human,now stood silent .More than two thousand people where watching silent, mesmerised, the spectacle of power unleashed before their eyes. With an accusing hand ,he now pointed at the crowd. The clouds responded .Black Death rained from the sky .Huge dense drops of the same substance fell on the crowd .A black,sickly rain that sang the song of Gorthar the Stealer of Souls .The crowd responded like one man, crying in agony and fear.Panic erupted .Whatever the black rain touched, seemed to wither,to drain of life .Men tried to protect their loved, mothers tried to hide their children. But there could be no escape.Writhing bodies crumbled in the dust and panicked peasants trampled them before they too were struck down .(...)