Oerin oer Anthalar

The great calamity of the West, the destruction of the island kingdom of Siossein by the divine gods. Preceeded by three omens and warnings, Siossein was sunk beneath the sea in a single night.

Summary

For the day had come when the high gods above had found displeasure with the crowned lords of Siossein, the blessed isle. Many years had passed since it came to the possession of the two kings Ethárdine and Eorglaw, each from differing worlds. So it was that the people of Siossein were warned, a seer among them was given a premonition and from the basin of Caerpeniel, they cried aloud, "Woe! Woe! It has come to us, ruin! ruin! repent all of you, for doom comes to us, doom from above! We have forgotten the way, bear no more iron and steel, for the heavenly ones are displeased with us greatly!" Yet none listened, the crowned lords of Siossein continued with their decadent vanity, they ignored the will of the gods, who gave them their homeland. Before destruction came, a number of great signs were seen by all.
In the sky, a streaking falling star was seen. It hung there in the sky for many hours and its light was glowing and bright. All saw it crying past and many burning rocks fell into the sea as it passed over. 
The next day, a great flash of light sprang out and the whole world rumbled. For to the west did this sky fire rise, high and terrible as the whole world could spy it. It was as if a second sun was born and the great ball of fire rose, eating itself as it rose higher and more terrible. As it rose it touched the sky and set it aflame. The very circle of the world was cast alight, all around the very sky burned white with fire as chunks of burning rock rained down on the world, sowing terror and panic. 
Then the final sign came with a violent gushing wind, the land split and tore, bending and quaking. A shrill was heard, hard and terrible. Then it was heard, a booming drum banging frantic and loud. It resounded in the hills and valleys of the land and none could mistake it. Each bang rumbled and shook and at once a shadow grew and spread across the land. The shadow took shape, a terrible form, powerful and mighty, unlike anything seen in this land. It carried with it a drum slung at its side and a wreath of flame hung around it. It chanted aloud an incantation, unknowable and strange, its fiery eyes lightened as searing hot flame and it spied across the land spreading fire and destruction. Its drum was now being banged at a manic pace, all were frightened of it, but the shadow did not relent and so continued with its maniacal deeds. Its gavel turned to a snake, then to the wings of a great bird, then finally a maul of doom, hard and black as night and as dreadful as wrought iron. At once the drumming ceased, and in two hands now was the great maul held. With a great heave, the shadow swung the maul down and enveloped all the land in shadow as black as any darkness ever known. The shadow followed its instrument and descended into the earth, its form went away, but its darkness remained.
Many thought the calamity was over, and the punishment finished, but this was not so. For afterwards there occurred violent shakings and the high cliffs of the island's white shores were cast down; and in a single day and night of misfortune all of fair Siossein, sank into the cold sea.

(The divine rock, the 1st omen of Siossein's doom)

(The Haulygen, the falling sun, the great ball of fire)

(The rising of Danibalor, the god of death and instrument of Siossein's doom)

Date of Setting

15th of Marce, 8,520 years before the Fall of the Rasenna