Hurricane Gunther on the Coast

The water recedes. The winds pick up. The waves surge.

Behind it all? The anger of a forgotten soul.

Furiously emerging from the flame, the Holy Specter Gunther of the Coast brings their wrath to the Kelpie Coast.

Dark clouds churn above, riddled with lightning, cracking violently along the path of this furious weather phenomenon. Winds roar with enough force to rip palm trees from the ground, twisting them mid-air like broken wands. Only the strongest—rooted in will and earth—stand against this wind-whipped torture.

As the storm nears land, torrential rains blast in every direction, biting like shards of glass. The waters surge to heights not seen in centuries, shifting the sands, redrawing the coastline, and even moving great chunks of land eastward.

Boulders crash through the rising waves, cast like pebbles. Nature, unrelenting, dictates the new layout of the shore.

At the center of this chaos stands Gunther, channeling raw fury into the coast.

But within the fortified towers of the Kelpie Academy, the Council assembles. Led by Head Scholar Magus Amir of the Ether, the Academy braces for defense. Their goal: to halt a soul born of forgotten rage.

Professor Archmaus Udor of the Marsh conjures a potent spell—one designed to bind the storm’s essence. This magic, laced with elemental electricity, is fused into Magus Amir’s Crimson Staff, turning it into a conduit of ancient power.

As Hurricane Gunther’s force begins to waver—drawn toward the staff’s magnetic enchantment—Magus Amir seizes the moment.

He invokes a Soulbound Lock and Key, an incantation lost to time but remembered in the Ether. With precise command, Amir captures Gunther’s soul, sealing it deep within the Vault beneath Kelpie Academy.

But Amir does not destroy the soul. Instead, he offers a pact. He grants Gunther freedom to roam the underground hollows below the Academy—on one condition: the Holy Specter must guard the secrets buried within the vault, protecting the Academy from forces beyond comprehension.

Thus, the storm ends. The coast is quiet once more. But deep below, a soul of tempest watches over the ancient knowledge—ever vigilant, ever storm-bound.

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