In the eye of the Storm

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In The Eye Of The Storm

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[!] An artistic depiction of the storm in which Vrilkon stood

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Metal, the sky reeked of it.

A hint of the coming thunderstorm. Clouds covered the night time sky, the light of the stars slowly being replaced by the threatening darkness of destruction.

Streaks of lighting, flashes of bright white and blue would light up the deep grey blanket of clouds that laid itself around the mountain.

 

"Neizdark, budazg-lab" the green Orc started chanting "Brus-izg ûsum" he continued, as the storm grew and grew "Brus-izg ûsum"  he shouted at the storm.

 

"Amirz hûr-û bugd-izish?!" A deep sound rumbled, the words seemingly spoken by the storm itself. Lighting flashed again and again, as the wind howled, as the lighting grew more frequent, flashing through the darkness.

 

The Orc kept chanting in the Old Tongue, speaking to the storm, which oddly enough seemed to speak back. After what seemed like hours of a raging storm, the flashes of lightning dimmed slightly, as the storm spoke one last time. "Bhûl-lat izg-ub" It said, as the roaring storm grew and grew, turning into a tornado which seemed to swallow the Shaman-to-be.

 

He was now a follower of Ilzgur, a lesser of Neizdark and spirit of thunderstorms and tornado's.

 

Spoiler

Pact with Neizdark/Lesser of Neizdark

 

3/5 Magic Slots.

 

[Mannamannaa 1626]

Kor'garr the Clanless stands near the entrance of the Betharuz Tavern, remembering that first arrival of the Lesser Storm Elemental above the skies of San'Velku, how one orc was blasted by lightning for their ferocity. Upon seeing Vrilkon'Ugluk again he will cheer in celebration with the good news.