Tempest

“What is your life, but the very breath you breathe? Your breath is not your own but it is his who has given it, and so your life is forfeit without the giver thereof. Netheria is not unless it was and was not unless it became. Life is Breath; not breath of fate or change, but the breath of the gods.”

The nine winds which turn Netheria upon the clouds and keep the oceans at bay are threatened by a sinister force. The tribes of the wind walkers have been robbed of their power. Their breath no longer burns with magic and their wings cannot catch the ocean’s gale. Peace flees in the wake of coming darkness. You have been called to the Mithril Citadel to stand against the coming storm. You must once again lock away the nine winds to protect them from those who wish to steal their power. As oceans rise and mountains crumble you must ride the blackening gale of the tempest.

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Tempest

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