A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 52: The Floating Isle.

Appearing on a grassy verge, high above the land that they were on, the Hunter's Guild look around themselves. In the far distance, mountains reaching up into the atmosphere with snowy tips, a mile away from them is a vast city of high risen buildings glistening in the sunlight as smoke and soot rises from it.
As they make their way towards the city, the group see flying creatures in the air as what can be heard as they close in on the city is shouting and rioting.They walk into the outskirts of the city, riot has taken over the area that they are in as crowds are fighting within the streets with windows being smashed out and looting happening.

Berd: Uh, this is not what I thought the Floating Isle would be like.Fylec: I've got this, stand back fellas!

He closes his eyes as his group do take a step back from him, his Clerical aura suddenly surrounds him as he prays to his god. Suddenly opening his eyes that are now pure white, Fylec lifts his palms up and casts his Calm Person spell upon the nearby rioters with a wave of white rippling through each individual as they then stop what they are doing and look around at the debris and chaos that has happened.

General: Whoa! That's some control over mind's Fylec!Jokesum: Very good work, dude!

Fylec turns to his party, his aura still around himself as he bows and smiles at his group.

Berd: So, should we help them rebuild?

Though he is himself, Fylec speaks in a more godly voice.

Fylec: We should indeed help the people, this is the righteous path.

The rest of the group look at him with eyebrows raised.

General: Uh, okay. Time to roll up our sleeves and get to it!Jokesum: I mean, sure. Why the heck not.

Using their skills and physique, in General Mood's case, the group help the civilians of the city partly rebuild the section. Smiling to themselves they then make their way further into the city, seeing that the rioting has already ruined many nearby stores, homes and taverns. Suddenly, they hear a booming voice from out of nowhere.

Voice: This rioting shall end!

As the voice rumbles the nearby buildings, the people rioting stop for a second before walking away from their looting and destroying and begin to make their way out of the city in an Easterly direction. The group are then approached by an old man in a dark purple robe, stars and moons upon it, a brown floppy hat upon his head and a long white beard.