Barof watched as the icy lake waters cascaded free from the dam, filling the toe of the dam, flooding it and then churning up in a spiraling arch of millions of gallons, hundreds of feet into the air.
The land around the deluge unable to contain it, the water exploded forwards towards the hamlet.
Hurricane force winds cut across the face of the cascade, forcing it in another direction, water spouts fired upwards, sucking up vast quantities of water and again deverting it from the homes.
The ground shook, quakes rippled throughout the hills, most if not all of Barofâ€™s crockery had lost their perches and lay in a thousand pieces.
A great rent tore through the forest to the south west of the town, a canyon into which the waters flowed as fast as the territory reshaped forming a new river, the hillside into which the dam had sat rumbled and sank until it sat some hundred meters lower thans its previous summit.
Currenâ€™s hand seemed fused with the stone, its fiery pattern now invading his limb.
He felt an emense pull, something resisted his power, it was straining against him.
Curren forced down sending his power into the stone and beyond, through the ether.
The cliff face reformed a natural buttress, the remaining waters now sitting above and slowing meandering down into the new river.
â€œWell done my boyâ€ smiled Barof, a slight frown crossed his face as he spied his crockery at which point he shrugged, â€œYou might want to take a stroll up to the top of the cliffâ€
Barof caught Curren as he began to fall, his strength left him, first his legs then the rest of him.
â€œShitâ€ shouted Black as the tremor threw him bodily across the room, he slammed into the wall of his Foundation quarters, his head swam. A cold bolt shot through his forehead, momentarily he saw a Knight in shining plate mail armour.
â€œWhat the fuck did I get myself involvedâ€ he muttered climbing back onto his feet
â€œAggghâ€ roared Drake in outrage, as a surge of freezing water flew out of the sink heâ€™d been washing in.
The jet caught him under his jaw and threw him backwards across the bathroom.
Momentarily Drake saw a fiery pattern spread across the bathroom wall, then sensed a change in the link.
Malthalamus Curren stood upon the lakeside, from his vantage point he could see down into the new valley. He shuddered as he looked back at the familiar building upon the shore of the lake, the fetid smell of the corrupted waters.
Up here was decay while below was purity.
â€œEventually itâ€™ll seep down into the valleyâ€ said Barof â€œBut not yetâ€
The troll regarded the human, but remained silent.
â€œWhy, has Crab Orchard Lake come here?â€ Curren felt aggrieved, almost angry, but also upset.
â€œYou understand the cycle now, creation, destruction and reconstruction, you were defeated here, killed! Itâ€™s the one that got away from you, defeated you and now you need to address thatâ€ he said solemnly
â€œYou now know how to take things of power and purpose apart, harvest their essence and build something anew, you know that this takes patienceâ€ smiled the troll
â€œWell so will thisâ€ and he walked back towards the hill