The death of so many people does not go unnoticed by the world of Oerth.
The poison from the Blood Waste is expanding, at the rate of 100 miles per Turn.
No 10th level magic will stop it now.
It's been strengthened beyond the power of 10th level magic to stop.
The Whyestil Sea is growing appreciably larger, spreading both northward and southward as the lands sink, and eastward as well.
Dorakaa has to be picked up and moved, in total, well to the north and east of where it has always sat.
Crockport is simply submerged.
The Whyestil advances westward into the Vesve Forest, then is stopped by the magic of the Faerie.
Delrune is sinking, growing slowly more swampy.
The Nyr Dyv is drying up.
It was an exceedingly deep sea, the Nyr Dyv. Now, people apparently will find out just how deep it truly was.
By the end of the Turn, the Nyr Dyv is only three-quarters of it's original size, but the lake level has dropped over 1,000 feet.
The building anger of the planet erupts in violence in the Yatil Mountains.
This range was not volcanic, has been known for it's quietude.
Not anymore.
Huge explosions are heard, and all of Perrenland shakes, as the western sky is filled with smoke, and rocks come raining down, and ashfalls follow.
Those venturing close enough see enormous eruptions in progress, dozens of them.
The fiery lava is flowing out at such a prodigious rate it is creating vast lakes of molten rock, and waterfalls of it cascade in red and yellow curtains down the eastern sides of the mountain range.
Many of the green valleys of the Yatils, which survived the Antimatter Barrage, perish now, buried under torrents of molten rock.
Sonnmonten, Aerlindre, and the Dwarves and Humanoids of the Yatils are all plagued with earthquakes and volcanic fumes.
In all of the other mountain ranges of the Flanaess, warning tremors and the smell of sulphur give an ominous warning as to what is coming.
