So for a long time, the old GBA page had a note saying that it needed rewriting for both quality and content reasons. That rewrite has finally happened, and today the final product is live on this site. Um… I’m sleep-deprived, hungry, and tired right now, so I’m going to go eat something and then re-crash. No long, extensive notes or anything.
If you have any questions about this, ask them in comments I guess? Otherwise, enjoy!
Oh, and if you’re asking yourself “I read the previous GBA, how different is this one?” then my answer would have to be that this is to the previous GBA what the current Crystals of Mana is to the old COM. This means that it’s immeasurably better written and also that the lore references/world details/etc. all fit into the single cohesive “-verse” that is modern HC.
Gauntlet and the Broken Angel
Though common in the Inferno, basalt as construction material is fairly rare in Libra. It’s not as practical as wood for most large-scale building projects and, when rock is needed, it’s not the most appealing, its coloration being dark and bleak.
In western Verga, at the foot of a small hill, a shadow is cast by the ruins of Ebony Fields. The city was destroyed some eighty years ago or so, and even now, it is magnificent in its ruin. Nature refuses to touch it. The ruins are rock and stone and nothing else. Four giant pinnacles, mockingly large, stand at the corners of what was once a megalopolis—grand tombstones to an untold number of people and monument to many things, not limited to the freakish nature of Ebony Fields’ fall. Regardless of the time of day or year, the ruins are constantly enveloped in a dreary shadow, a dreary shadow that extends itself to the base of a small hill a stone’s throw from Ebony Fields. Upon this hill lie the ruins of the Ebony Fields Hill Shrine, and at its base rests one of the few basalt constructs in all of Libra: the mausoleum of Fred Duncan.
Some eighty years ago—Ebony Fields was destroyed some eighty years ago.
Though the nature of this destruction was freakish, it was not a natural disaster that took the lives of thousands of people. It was not a natural disaster that consumed the proud buildings of the Vergan elite. It was not a natural disaster that led to the growth of what came to be dubbed the Dark Pinnacles and it was not a natural disaster that stopped life from existing within the bounds of Ebony Fields.
Just beyond the area marked off by the rock pillars, grass grows green; some wildflowers and weeds dot the landscape. Why they can’t encroach upon the dead city puzzled me, so I asked the man who destroyed the city, thinking that he might have the answer.