C.A.R.P.S.

You feel something sweep over you, almost more than a sound but at the same time not. A feeling of a deep reverberation passes through each and everyone one of you, and you can imagine the tolling of a great bell. Rumors of this event slowly start rolling across the land from east to west. There are whispers from the peasantry and soldiers of the area of what this means. Was some foul magic released from afar, was some great deed done... or undone? None of you feels any lasting effect from the sound, but it stays near your thoughts more than you might have believed over the passing days.