In recent years, several species of lepidopterans native to the Coimos Isles have been observed to be acting abnormally in the presence of the pylons; previously living in harmony seemingly unaffected by the power both emanating from and around them, they now appear to instead be operating counter to their instinctual drives and functions.
Butterflies that once fed from the nectar of plants and assisted in pollination are now seen to be rapidly evolving and have begun feasting on each other as a means of survival, some kinds experiencing devolution and no longer reach metamorphosis stage, thus dying young as larvae. Moths on the other hand ordinarily seen as pests consuming the fruits and fibres around the gardens now reach a point when they start to fly upwards and towards the sun in large swarms, dying and falling in unison when they cannot sustain it any longer.
There is no refuting the fact this has been caused by the intermingling of science, nature, and magick, with there being protests to cease the use of these machines and to find other ways to sustain civilisation, at the very least until further knowledge has been gained to use them safely. But with them being so core to society now, and the High Council corrupt in their views seeking to push their agenda, are ignoring those pleas and continue to find ways to use them more, and not less.
“Lucent. Grand Master Lucent. Please.” begged Avolyn. “You can’t allow this.” Scowling, Lucent turned to the Magister. “Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do? If it weren’t for me you and all of your kind would be rotting in a cell, or worse.” Avolyn, visibly stunned by this, taking a moment to think. “Yes, and both I and the other Magisters appreciate what you have done, but-” Having grown tired of these exchanges the Grand Master threatened. “There is no but! You do as I tell you Magister. Now leave my chamber and only return when I call for you. If I call for you.” murmuring under his breath, Avolyn casts an incantation on his way out. “Sa ra huo. Sa ra tae. Sav il val fo il quir.”
Kaeith is the seat of authority in Gwirand now, home to; the Quiravi Magisters, the Order of Engineers, the Acori Knights, the Church of Eht'eviel, and the High Council themselves. There are many deniers as to what is happening, but plenty know that if something isn’t done incredibly soon there will be no turning back…