Wielder of Storms

Hello all. Been a while! Was earning gold for a new character slot T_T My first Charr Reaper! =================================================================== Edgar stood outside his mountain lodge and gazed into the distance as the thunderheads rolled into view across the icy plains of the north. Beside him, his wife pulled her coat tight and huddled deeper into his embrace. "I've never seen so many thunderheads gather before...and they are huge!", she exclaimed. Edgar could only nod his head as his forehead creased in worry. A storm was coming...and it was going to be of a magnitude never seen before... Far off, at the eye of the storm, a creature stood. Its past was unimportant. It was changed. Changed by the artifact that it now grasped in its right paw. An artifact left by the Gods of time past. Lost...and forgotten...until now... The artifact had a name, granted by the Gods...ANEMOI THUELLAI, and referred among men as Spirit of the Storm...Throughout history, its appearance meant chaos...it meant destruction. And on this day, as Edgar and his wife turned and trundled back to their lodge, closing the door softly against the howling winds, history was about to repeat itself...