“Hello, Mistica! Ken Kratork here, your favorite and most attractive news anchor! Today, I’ll be presenting the weather forecast, because apparently our weather girl’s house is now underwater! Hah, and she said she wouldn’t go out with me. Who’s on high ground now, Miranda?
Ahem.
Anyway, as many of you may have already realized -- that is, unless you’ve been inside all day playing Realm of Battlecraft -- the weather has gone completely coo-coo-bananas. Just this morning, I put on my sunglasses and sunscreen in order to protect my priceless, beautiful visage from the onslaught of sun and heat this morning, but by the time I got out the door, there was a foot of water outside of my front porch! Luckily, I always keep my yacht tied to my back deck for situations just like this, but many Misticans, including one stuck-up Gourix, were not as lucky. Yours truly almost got struck in the face with hail, but luckily, I always keep a living shield of my maids and butlers around me in case of projectiles.
If only other Mistica- oh, hold on, I’m getting some breaking news right now. According to the latest reports sent to MAN, Lake Auberon is overflowing with boiling water due to the cycles of extreme heat and rain! There is an immediate evacuation order for the surrounding area, so unless you want to be steamed like instant ramen noodles, I suggest you haul tail out of there!
Oh, the mayhem! What could be causing all of this? Reports have speculated that the weather seems to be centralized around Pandoria’s workshop in Darkwood Hollow, but considering the last time I tried to get an interview with that temperamental goddess she threatened to turn me into a frog, I suppose all we can do now is speculate.
I will remain on the case until the mystery has been solved, but until then, take comfort in gazing upon my radiance. Don’t stray too far from those sunglasses, Mistica, and stay classy.”
Pandoria clicked off the television and threw the remote down hard onto her couch. No matter what magic she had tried, no matter how many potions she had brewed, nothing was helping -- if anything, the weather was only getting worse with each passing hour. Whatever it was had tapped into her own magic, and so it adapted to her techniques. The once graceful and confident goddess pulled her knees to her chest and sunk into herself. In her aching heart she knew that her sister was behind everything, but with no proof, she was at a loss for what to do. For the first time in eons, Pandoria felt helpless.
Whatever will we do? Stay safe out there Mistica! And leave those Obsidian Eggs ALONE!
~Mistic Team