Ethan gasped for air as he realized he wasn't dead and coughed intensly as he drew his breath. His mouth was filled with dust. He felt the need to spit, only to find that he was at an awkward angle underneath something. The immense rumbling of the falling city had left his ears ringing. His hearing was muffled the same his vision was hazed - both from the settling dust around him, and from the crash. Disoriented, the nobleman scrambled to his feet from underneath what would appear to be his marble chair. It had somehow shielded him from debris and the fall.
Dazed and bruised, he stretched as he stood up, but instantly winced in pain and exhaled a loud grunt followed by more coughing of dust. His whole body ached, but the searing pain he was concentrating on keeping at bay stemmed from his shoulder where his fork had lodged itself. Ethan dislodged it and dropped it to the ground where it hit something with a clank. Bowing down, he found his wine chalice. Empty. But right next to it, also under his chair was a wine bottle that had survived the impact somehow. Hoping to drench his dry mouth, Ethan was disheartened when he was barely able to get out a single drop. Instead he shuffled around the area that had once been his balcony and chambers. Here and there were some scattered foodstuff from his dinner. He really hoped he didn't have to eat that.
It was only then, as the dust settled more and more and his blurred vision slowly improved, that he realized the whole city had crashed. His once so magnificent view from the high spires had been exchanged with a view over the world's largest pile of rubble. Around him and in the distance he noticed parts of the city still coming down as the magic of Zatta faded. This was obscene! What had happened to the city? Surely someone was to blame. No one could simply ruin his city without consequence. He had to find his father, but looking around him it dawned on him... who could possibly survive this? How did he survive this? He'd be lucky to find someone at all, anyone.
Ethan swallowed hard as he realizied he might very well be the only Silverport left alive. It would, technically, make him High Lord Silverport, and quite possibly the only such lord if the state of the city was any indicator. Both devastated and slightly angered (yet with a not so insignificant piece of him also a little thrilled) by that prospect, a nearby crashing part of the city had Ethan swiftly put away any such thoughts as it appeared time was of the essence for whatever he chose to do.
Well, things might have survived, Ethan thought and looked at the flask and chalice in his hands. He placed them on a large piece of collapsed wall and made his way to what was left of his chambers. After all, he had been planning an excurcion later, so a few of his items and gear that he had laid ready might still be recoverable.
