The spires of the Red Academy and the streets of Ramulai prickle and crackle with arcane energies as the ramparts themselves are aglow with a nimbus of light during the twilight hours. Various serfs are seen scattering into the fields and nearby forests, dark silhouettes dispersing along the horizon. As the dawn’s rays illuminated the city streets, a grisly scene was brought to light. Hazlanis were butchered in droves, their blood seeping into the crevices of the cobblestones and coalescing with the pooling rain to paint the alleys and main thoroughfares in a diluted, pale vermillion.
The assorted littered bodies were as varied as their remains: many cleaved and sundered by a blade and others charred and eroded from flame and caustic elements. The smell that permeated the air so repulsive that even the most resolute and iron-stomached were given cause to retch. The energies that flittered upon the streets were palpable, eliciting the flaring of goose-flesh upon those that traversed the avenues enshrouded by the long shade of the spires of the Red Academy. Word spread like wildfire of the two assailants, one a deformed, diminutive green-skinned abomination and the other a human, foreign agent. Still others speculate that they recognize the tattered and blood-saturated attire of the abomination, red robes signifying one of the Red Academy’s own. Their lifeless husks were carried back to the Red Academy by the stationed garrison - forms disappearing into the enigma encased in intricate masonry.
As serfs toiled to retrieve the dead for proper burial and futilely pushed about the flooding of soiled puddles of crimson, once more the Red Academy’s stonework bristled with energy before growing eerily silent. In the hours that followed, a sniveling, gaunt figure clad in the crimson robes of a Red Wizard was seen scurrying through the streets and into the wilderness. He clutched tightly to a stack of tomes and various personal effects, precariously balancing his possessions and repositioning his spectacles upon his aquiline nose. In his wake, word of Administrator Daher’s expulsion had reached the ears of all those who dwell within Ramulai.