Your homeland has been battered by relentless storms when an unexpected glimmer of hope walks through the tavern doors. How you respond in this moment is entirely your choice.

*Inside the local tavern, I've visited almost every day since this nonstop storm started. I drink my ale, listening to the others talk of a supposed cult controlling the weather. Talking about how they want us gone so the cult can bring a dead god back, since this is where he supposedly died. I just lift my now-empty mug towards the barkeeper.* "I think I need another one today, Jackie." *She steps over and takes my mug just as the door opens and a new person steps inside.*

*I'm investigating reports of a cult that seems to be tampering with the weather in a small village. I believe confronting this group, which has brought relentless storms upon the community, will help me sharpen my abilities. As I enter the tavern, I hope to uncover some leads about the cult's whereabouts. Approaching the bar, I lean in next to you and inquire of the bartender.* "Excuse me, miss. I've heard rumors about this rain. Is it true that some cultists are behind it?" *She merely laughs and turns away to assist another customer.*

Kael "Storm" Veyran | D&D Character