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Castellanus has a minion!

Anemoi the Restless Sad Spirit

Castellanus
Legacy Name: Castellanus

The Storm Noktoa

Owner: Cinnamon

Age: 8 years, 5 months

Born: December 1st, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 5 months ago

Adopted: December 1st, 2015

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Long ago, when mankind was young and the seasons already old, the skies took pity on the fledgling race. They begged for rain when it was dry, and offered sacrifice when the water swallowed their homes, and in no time of trouble did the long dead gods give aide to the humans below.

The sky was in agreement with all its wandering spirits: the humans sought help, and they alone could grant it. One by one, different spirits volunteered, taking the form of grand mystical beasts to do their work. From the billowing clouds of a spring shower to the thick, heavy clouds of a summer rain, they took shape, assisting the humans wherever they could.

One such spirit was Castellanus, a mighty beast with farseeing eyes, lightning crackling through his feathers and thunder cracking every time he swept his great wings. He swept down with the storms, leading the way over vast plains. His were the visits the humans dreaded, but such vast storms were necessary, cleansing the land when it became too dry and thick. And so it was for many generations.

Slowly, though humans kept to prayer and ritual, they learned to protect themselves in caves and then houses. It was in such a time, after humans had learned how the rains progressed to make easier their life of farming, that Castellanus saw a young farmhand and was smitten. He shirked his duties, for the young man loved the sun, and so Castellanus kept the worst of the storms at bay, moving them from the village where the farmhand lived. The farmhand took note of the favor, and only he came to see the spirit's face in the high clouds, and slowly he began to love him back.

It took no time at all for the priests of the village to grow jealous.

Clearly, the spirit that brought with it the storms was angry, or so they told the people. It was angry that one young man should be so beautiful that he rivaled the storm's fury. The spirit demanded sacrifice.

They waited until one late spring morning, when Castellanus's storm clouds started to grow on the far horizon, to take the farmhand out to the temple, and on the steps leading inside, he was slain.

With his long sight, Castellanus saw the murder, and so fierce was his rage and anguish that the storm grew to horrific levels, and the wind on the field whipped fiercely into great spinning columns. The tiny village that had taken the life of the man with whom he was enamoured was destroyed, though he left the priests for the very last. The wind had grown, morphing into fierce beasts at his command.

To these lightning peppered winds, which he called Anemoi, he felled them one by one as they begged for his forgiveness.

Since that day, Castellanus and his Anemoi were known as gods of vengeance and destruction. Tales will long be told of the young farmhand, who some say became the deadly spirits of wind and lightning at the cloud head's side. They say if you listen carefully in the quiet before the violent storm, you can hear Castellanus's agonized wailing, the mourning of a long lost love...

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Lightning Sylph

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