[Sequel to duly with knees that feign to quake. Not in continuity with Numendil's threads.]
The disaster presently taking place in Ustalav presently defies description.
(To be fair, this is the default state of Ustalav. It is rumored that some eldritch horror is buried beneath the province, twisting the minds of its inhabitants towards evil, decay and tragedy; this less because of the evidence for this claim, though in fact there is some, than people looking at a pattern and going "you know, I bet that's not a normal string of coincidences.")
Still, even by the standards of Ustalav, this is a crisis.