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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1101414" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 006“Storm Wielder” She tried to sleep but could not.  Being trapped in this small windowless room was too much.  She craved the wide-open expanse of the sky.  She wanted to feel the winds on her body, the caress of the rain, the warmth of Lightning flashing closely.  She wanted to scream and shout in rapturous joy.  She wanted to be free.She had allows valued her personal freedom and the freedom of others above everything else.  Even on her floating fishing village south of  Alnarma in the Strait of  Svimohzia she was free.  She swam and played all day as a child.  Later she helped pick the aquatic fruits from their seaweed island.  She helped clean the fish caught by her father.  It was a good life.Too bad much of it was a lie.He took out her hair tie allowing her pure white hair to fall down to the lower regions of her back.  Her sun- darkened skin was just as smooth and soft at 28 as it was at 13.  Her blue eyes saddened for a moment.  13.  I was 13 when I learned my father was not my natural father.  It was from then on she slowly grew up to be known as The Storm Wielder.In the years since, she was taken as a slave by pirates, escaped them and tried to survive on the streets of Bel Kalamar.  She was caught stealing by a mage whom saw something in her.  Possibly her father’s nature.  She was taught magic.  She took to it well enough; especially magic involving storms and weather.  She had found her new place in the world of Kalamar.She traveled the area around the capital seeking out adventure and fun.  Secretly, she was hiding from her father-  her real father. She moved further inland away from her beloved seaways and ocean.  Here she discovered a plot by cultists called Darque Ones.  She tried to stop them along with other adventurers turned heroes.  They couldn't do more than hold at the bay their activities but this was enough.  They tried to kill her in direct battle; using loved ones (dead and alive) and even hiring assassins but nothing defeated her or her band of outlaw adventurers.The cultists called on the planar mercenaries known only as The Legion.  Their sole purpose- find and destroy Storm Wielder and her friends.The coming battles took over a year to complete but they won.  Storm Wielder and her friends were dead.The cultists are now free to renew their plans of global expansion of death and destruction.Her spirit screamed in outrage.  It was not fair.  She was cheated of her victory.  She wanted a second shot.  She pleaded for a second shot.  Enter the Goddess of Realities.She sat down and yawned on her cot.  Soon.  Soon she would have her revenge.  Soon the cultists of Darqueness will die again.  And the Legion…oh how she couldn’t wait.  A storm was gathering power.  Soon it would break.  It will have no mercy for any in league or within the Legion.  Storm Wielder was going to kill every single one of them…throughout the realities and planes.</blockquote>

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