The Storm Archan
Age: 4 years, 11 months, 1 week
Born: September 12th, 2014
Adopted: 4 years, 11 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: September 12th, 2014
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Yes, they thought. We are truly blessed, to be as unified as we are now. Our people are One. The Storm has smiled upon us.
The storms were seen as unions. Though they had their differences, the Tribes of the land all inhabited it, and as such, coexisted. The storm brought together all of the powers as seen by the people - the water of the Levia falling as rain; the wind of the Viole carrying the storm; the light of the Prisms in jagged bolts, bringing finally the flames of the Scarlets, scorching the land with passion.
In between all of it, there were the people of Storm. They held no control over the elemental forces as the other Tribes did, and yet, they were considered one. The Storm were not plentiful - some people could live their whole lives without ever having met one. They could be difficult to identify, as they held no common appearance as the elemental Tribe members did.
All of the Tribes had their Patron Gods, the most oft-mentioned being Selka, of the Levia. As his water brought life to the Earth, he is seen as the father of the land. The people of Storm also had their god, by the name Ambus. Like them, he held no power, only being a unified center of the storm that swirled around him. His true power was in his lack of it, and he was worshipped for maintaining the balance between the elements.
The death of the Scarlet race brought about the death of the Earth. The Patron Gods fell out of their powers, though they remained known to the Tribes they guarded. The people of the land scattered as the Earth itself shook from the loss. Those of the Storm ran alongside the elementals, as they always had.
Ambus did not follow. He remained behind in his realm, his force collapsing with grief. As he watched the kingdom of Prism rise into the sky, he closed his eyes, roaring to the pouring clouds a final time.
His spirit was carried to the wind, though to where, not a soul remains who may know.
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