House of Cards RP

Overnight, the tremors that have been shaking the Deck for a month suddenly increase greatly in their force. Paintings, dishes, cabinets even, anything not already secured previously shakes and falls. Several of the recently appeared old buildings in Town crumble. Cracks appear in plaster walls in various homes and parts of Castles. Many windows shatter. More than a few of the various livestock around the Deck break free of their stables and fields, running in fear, and will have to be rounded up later.

The water that's been pooling up in the land where the Arcana Embassy once stood suddenly floods in all at once, lapping now at the edge of the Deck but not filling it. And where the Door stands, there is now a small island, but nothing else of the old Embassy can be seen. If someone one were to investigate, they would note the water is salty, not freshwater.

Later in the day, reports come in from the Outposts that despite the the shuddering, nothing new appeared, though the roofs and towers they can almost see through the mist at the edge of the borders now appear just a bit closer, if still unreachable.

And in the very center of the Green, where once the Magician tried to return the Deck to the Arcana, the earth shifts and breaks open ( as one last building appears... )

( OOC: What may be found within the tower.... )

Jack had searched his rooms again, for the hundredth time it felt like before finally giving up to the idea that it was lost. His notes were gone and he'd better start coming up with a reason for them if anyone traced it back to him. Not that it made him feel any sort of relief. Or better. Or anything other than silent, wide spread, internal...panic.

So perhaps retracing all of his steps would help, surly. And turning the house he'd been in upside down might well help too. And writing his will...

Writing his will might not actually help, but at least he could send it to his lawyer with a note explaining that is he never returned or contacted anyone again that this mysterious place that only God alone knows how he got to- killed him. Just murdered him in the streets....

Oh God, he was panicking.

"Damn, damn, damn..." he muttered as he walked down the street, pausing from time to time to inspect little hiding spots that small notebooks could have fallen into.