[Rae, how is your work going?] Karl asked.
[I can't find any more spies. I think that the lightning guy was the last one. I also washed the warehouse, so nobody will complain later.
You should make Cara go out and take a shower. She's always rolling in the dirt.]
Cara turned towards Rae's space and stuck her tongue out, though the spider was not
in it.
[Dammit, there is too much rain. I can sense the lightning hitting the mice.] Hawk complained.
[You know, with a wind barrier, the water won't even touch your flames.] Karl reminded him.
[I will go look for the survivors after the storm.]
That was the expected answer from Hawk. If he could avoid flying in the rain, he most certainly would, and he wouldn't go out in the rain just to go look for mice. At least, not until his last pile of mice started to run low.
Of course, Karl fully expected that Remi would increase the rain wherever Hawk flew, as well as trying to target the mice near him with lightning so that he couldn't hunt them himself.
But that was part of Hawk's calculations.
The streets were running with a deluge of muddy yellow water, but the Dwarven engineering was proving its worth, as the streets were draining as fast as they were being flooded, even with this torrential downpour.
Water barrels outside houses were already beginning to overflow, and everything was looking cleaner by the second, including the people, who were beginning to finish their impromptu outdoor showers.
"How long were you planning to make it rain for?" One of the Dwarves asked cautiously.
Rae appeared in between Karl and the young man. "Not more than an hour. I have a suspicion that there has been a curse placed on the land, and the abundance of water should shatter it.
If the curse doesn't show signs of breaking within the hour, we will stop the rain before any major flooding happens. But at that point, the reservoirs and canals should also be full, while the fields will be muddy.
It will take a bit before things are back to normal, but not more than three or four days at the most."
"A curse? How did you come to that conclusion?"
Only, nobody inside the city understood the issue. Of course, it was a state of emergency, the city was flooded. Ringing the alarm now was just annoying.
But when the strange green fires began to spread upward over the wall, it was clea that something was very wrong, and it was not the rain.
The flames seemed to be attracted to the water, dissipating it wherever they touched.
That was a good sign to Remi, and she began to adjust the rainfall to miss most of the city, while forming a nearly solid wall of water on and outside the walls.
The fires went insane, trying to stop the land from being soaked, then began to sputter and die under the forceful deluge.
Karl wondered how many other points in the area had been cursed in the same way as the moat had been. If there were random curse fires all over the land, it might not totally break the effect with a single rainstorm.
But they were going to keep it going anyhow, with only a light drizzle on the city, for the next fifteen or twenty minutes.
That should give any shamans who were in the rural areas time to spot curse fires and put them out, breaking the curses. If they got enough of them, the effect should begin to fade, and the region might start to get its normal sparse rain for the season again.
But the real benefit was not the removal of the curse. It was the removal of the smell of a city that went months without bathing.
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