The Bright Spans Pt 2: The Great Rectification

 Part 1

 

So, world ending prophecies no one has the precise details about any longer, fae bastards with unlikely non-morals stopping princesses from cavorting about, and very likely keeping the prophecies alive for their own strange ends, and a wizard who is abso-positively sure he has the solution to save everything. As wizards and people often do, which never end in any problems ever. 

So, Balthazar of Azhonagh, the author of the Great Rectification, through multitudes of calculations and stellar sightings (accidentally more or less solidifying astronomy as physical seer-craft), realized great forces must be causing the world, Orbis, to wobble. He posited that, if through great magics, the world were to be held in a smooth course, like a newly spun children's whirlabout, the Great Wyrms who lived behind the Gates of the Winds would be less likely to eyeball the various lands and breathe down the conditions that change the warmth and weather throughout the year. In this way, the High Archmage would keep the seasons from rolling over to the one that would signal the final catastrophe, even if the precise temporal situation had been unknown for some ages. 

Binding the world looks eerily similar to time-lapse starstreaks.

Upon the floating mountaintop where he and the strongest mages with any capacity to actually work together resided, in strange towers, and mazy edifices, world-changing magics were researched, prepared, and, eventually, executed. The effort of simply setting up the final bindings caused most of the students to simply vaporize, caused the Infernals to look to this world and close the available Way in semi-respectful awe, caused every single article of clothing to turn inside out, demagnetized the iron filings that kept the Servitors of the Iron King functional, brought the Zil fits of giggles, and, of course, blew the mountaintop fastness of the Archmages from it's moorings, causing Azhonargh (as all good floating mountaintop lairs eventually find themselves) to be set adrift, and lost for many, many lengths of indeterminate time. 

Sirantha the Uncaller, Kwadeth Eezenar Endjinn-bound, Fell George, and Populous "Pops" Lotsofsongs were found in various states of bodily incompleteness across a wide swath of land near to the epicenter, all perished. First Wing of House Starfall, Felizia Orocampo was later spotted amused but unspeaking upon what had transpired and retired to a small mansion in an out of the way swamp. Jarstred Zenthe was simultaneously seen at every one of his relatives locations, gathering them up with untold riches to found the city that bears his name, holing up for the upcoming changes in the world. And Mirsha Daggerseer the Three Handed, called such because of a proclivity to dancing blades which made it seem as if one would be fighting a three-armed opponent, and said to truck in sorceries which pierce the seemingly impenetrable nothings that separate whole Worlds, was spread through the bindings latticing Orbis itself, perhaps having attempted to flee the fallout of the Great Rectification, and can be heard still by those who know the ways, whispering on the winds, screaming in the gales, and thrashing through thunderstorms, awaiting one who could rewrap the soul of her being back into the body of an Archmage. 

Of Balthazar there was no trace.