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Taranis, Emissary of the Storm Revenant Sorcerer  The soothing rains have not fallen upon this land in years uncounted. There was a great tide of destruction, a maelstrom of pain, fire, inexpressible wrongness...and then, the end. Not even darkness or silence remained. There was only the faintest lingering regret for something that was broken and could never again be whole. Now, however, after all this time, a way has been opened once more--the tiniest fraction of a pinhole compared to what had once been, but just enough to know, to sense. Enough to feel what has been done to the world. Enough to know sorrow...and wrath. A suitable implement is located: one of the last novices, buried alive on the temple grounds when the war had swept over it. The wind howls. Lightning rends the entombing sands, and all the energy that can be mustered is poured into the unearthed vessel. Its limbs jerk and spasm as the power takes root...and at last, its eyes open in a mocking imitation of life. The storms that rained upon the deserts of the old world had to be swift and severe, because they were granted precious little time to pierce that parched earth and make room for life. Now, there is an entire world that remembers nothing but scorched thraldom to the tyrant sun. Now, the sky will make ready for war.
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