The Forging of a Stormlord

    • *slowly roleplays walking into the halls of the Lore of Stormlord, Apolloss, the old battle wizard makes a surprise visit, and gazes at the ancient drawings, statues, and loot taken from the dead adversaries of Stormlord on the walls.

      With his old brown beard, old rugged looking Holy battle staff.. he slowly removes his cloaked dark hood, shuts his eyes and his staff lights with glowing light.

      As the epic soft orchestra music slowly fades in, an upper view of Apolloss descends above his head from an aerial view point as he has sudden quick flashbacks of the battles of the old orders, side by side with Stormlord.

      As he opens his eyes, he smirks with satisfaction. "You are missed, old friend" - Apolloss speaks as the sad cinematic fantasy music continues softly in the background

      As he wonders where law and order have gone in the back of his mind. Savage thieves and unchallenged pirates roam the lands of Caerleon once again. Terrorizing the city and the civilians of Caerleon.
      "Oh how the times have changed." with a concerned old man voice.

      With a still determined spirit, Apolloss, the old battle hardened wizard guardian, lets out a small sigh.
      His holy light from his staff gently fading away.

      He pulls up his dark hood, and slowly walks out of the halls.

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      *slowly roleplays walking into the halls of the Lore of Stormlord, Apolloss, the old battle wizard makes a surprise visit, and gazes at the ancient drawings, statues, and loot taken from the dead adversaries of Stormlord on the walls.

      With his old brown beard, old rugged looking Holy battle staff.. he slowly removes his cloaked dark hood, shuts his eyes and his staff lights with glowing light.

      As the epic soft orchestra music slowly fades in, an upper view of Apolloss descends above his head from an aerial view point as he has sudden quick flashbacks of the battles of the old orders, side by side with Stormlord.

      As he opens his eyes, he smirks with satisfaction. "You are missed, old friend" - Apolloss speaks as the sad cinematic fantasy music continues softly in the background

      As he wonders where law and order have gone in the back of his mind. Savage thieves and unchallenged pirates roam the lands of Caerleon once again. Terrorizing the city and the civilians of Caerleon.
      "Oh how the times have changed." with a concerned old man voice.

      With a still determined spirit, Apolloss, the old battle hardened wizard guardian, lets out a small sigh.
      His holy light from his staff gently fading away.

      He pulls up his dark hood, and slowly walks out of the halls.
      *the dust swirls*

      *distant thunder rumbles*
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    • Unusually for the lord of storm's realm the air is quiet and still

      You find him sitting quietly, looking out over a ancient forest with a forgotten name. Time has not been kind here with the trees suffocating them selves in their endless growth, devoid of destruction.

      "fire" the storm whispered "endless fire"

      For he had been sitting back and enjoying the fruits of his labours, watching as the pigs feasted and feasted as the food became septic in their gullets

      "You poor fools, the party is ending"

      It is hard being the smartest in the room as you sound like a crazy man to any who are not there with you mentally. The difficulty is not in the isolation you feel after a while, its the empty feeling you get when you were right and are now watching the pig train derail. It is a beautiful thing, a strangely serene thing watching the just deserts turned septic come crashing down upon the mindless and the greedy.

      a gentle breeze stirs, a smell of smoke reaches nostrils

      "Bacon?"

      He returns to his little magic shop and speaks to the many warriors who fight for a purpose. whether that purpose was noble or not they all knew that the lord of storms seeks, supports and champions content and community above all else.

      let the pig burn, it smells amazing

      he looks up from his counter and breathes in.... and then

      "Now Burn."

      At his command the thunder blasts through those ancient trees, those lost monoliths, temples too endless lost opportunities. The skies brought death and yet with death came the hope for new life

      "i come with a new name for you"

      He stares at the trees blazing in flame, bark darkening and turning shifting in his minds eye

      Welcome too the Darkfire woods I am interested in what you will become



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