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When the ash has settled and the Saint is appeased, the time will come for the next Emissary to show. With the plagues in full swing, the bearer must wait for the next arrival and steel themselves for what lies ahead. The effect of this cataclysm has become even more destructive and horrific. Blights of blood and frogs now pale in comparison to the misery that has been, and will be, unleashed. This will not be any clearer then when the bearer is faced with the next Emissary and the destruction they will bring. Look to the skies once the Saint has departed, seek out black clouds and rumbling thunder. These are the signs that the Chancellor of Storm has come.

The arrival of the Chancellor will be heralded by the gathering of storm clouds. Upon the horizon, the sky will darken and the heavens will churn. Despite the swirling tempest above, there will be no rain or wind to be found. These clouds merely serve as a sign to the bearer, showing them where the Chancellor waits. Follow this silent storm and seek out its eye, for that serves as his throne. It is advised that the bearer make this journey quickly, as the Chancellor grows angry when his time is wasted by bumbling fools. Travel to the eye and look heavenward to find him swimming amongst the chaos. Those who find themselves in his presence will find that he is not as pleasant as the other Emissaries that came before him. The Chancellor of Storm is a furious and demanding creature, viewing himself as a god amongst simple mortals. His voice is like thunder, shaking the very earth with every bellow and roar. His temper is like a cyclone, building in strength before unleashing it all in one destructive tantrum. To him, all creatures down below are mere specks of dust, destined only to be brushed aside by his awesome power. This view is extended even to the bearer, whose presence is seen as an annoyance to this raging behemoth. From up high, he shall demand the bearer to speak their purpose, and to explain why they had the gall to bother him. Any answer will seem to infuriate him, but this conversation is not meant to placate him. What is spoken at this time will determine who or what he will direct his inevitable fury at. There is no way to stop his wrath, so it is important to make sure it is directed at one's foes. Speak of the injustice that plagues your people, tell of the cruelties you wish to end, so that he may despise the enemy. Do not beg him for help, as he is disgusted by the cowardly and desperate. Instead, weave a tale of how his awesome strength is the only way to punish the wicked. That these horrible wretches deserve the judgment only he can offer. If the tirade is enough to ignite his temper, then he may unleash the seventh plague. If one fails to deflect his ire towards the enemy, then his fury shall fall upon the bearer. Those who have annoyed him with their useless mewling, or have failed to give him the proper respect a god demands will be struck down. There will be just a single bolt of lightning, and the bearer will be nothing but a smoldering pile of ash. Such a pathetic creature doesn't deserve his full strength, so they are simply deleted.

If the Chancellor of Storm is convinced of the enemies' sin, then he will bring forth the seventh plague. If he has truly grown to despise these sinners, he will not give any relic to the bearer. Rather, he will unleash this destruction himself, as his fury has become uncontrollable. All the bearer can do at this point is warn their followers and seek shelter, as this savage storm will be greater than any ever seen. Swimming through the heavens, the clouds around him will become black and swollen. The wind from his flapping fins will turn into screaming gales, and his bellows will rattle the earth to its core. From his obsidian spikes will lance great bolts of lightning, each capable of reducing buildings to rubble and beasts to ash. From his enormous maw will rain down a torrent of burning ice that will shatter rock and scorch flesh. Those caught outside in this fury stand no chance to survive, though safety is not guaranteed within shelter. His wrath will last for hours, leveling towns and leaving a ravaged wasteland in his wake. When the last of his anger is spent, he will vanish in the storm and the tempest will be over. The clouds shall dissipate, the sun shall return and an unnatural calm will remain. There will be no evidence of this impossible storm left, save for the scant pieces of rubble that were not blown away.

Though the Chancellor is capable of brining forth this plague with his own power, there are times when he does grant his relic to a bearer. While this blessing may be seen as a victory when dealing with other Emissaries, this gift is not so generous. This offer only occurs when the bearer has succeeded in deflecting his wrath but has not fully turned the Chancellor against their enemy. He will not be furious enough to personally destroy these infidels, but is also not angry enough at the bearer to bother with a smiting. In this annoyed state, he simply wants to end this bothersome meeting and return home, which is why he pushes the responsibility off onto the bearer. He will grant them a single cerulean bead from his Rosary of Tempest and leave them in a huff. Within this glassy orb lies the heart of a violent thunderstorm, a powerful force just waiting to be released. When this bead is broken, it will unleash a devastating storm just like the one the Chancellor himself would create. Its contents will leap into the sky and infect the heavens with lightning, ice and chaos, all before bringing it down upon the people below. While this relic creates the same destruction as the Chancellor would, it unfortunately has to be released by the bearer. This means that the bearer will be at the heart of the storm the moment it is freed, which is not a good place to be. They will have to escape their own plague if they wish to survive to see the next...

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Chugging along with our Emissaries, making good progress! This was another hard one for me to make, mainly because I was certain I wanted to make this one a sky whale despite the numerous failed designs that came from it. Why not make it something else if I couldn't pull off a sky whale? Because it HAS to be a whale (for some reason)!

Description
When the ash has settled and the Saint is appeased, the time will come for the next Emissary to show. With the plagues in full swing, the bearer must wait for the next arrival and steel themselves for what lies ahead. The effect of this cataclysm has become even more destructive and horrific. Blights of blood and frogs now pale in comparison to the misery that has been, and will be, unleashed. This will not be any clearer then when the bearer is faced with the next Emissary and the destruction they will bring. Look to the skies once the Saint has departed, seek out black clouds and rumbling thunder. These are the signs that the Chancellor of Storm has come.

The arrival of the Chancellor will be heralded by the gathering of storm clouds. Upon the horizon, the sky will darken and the heavens will churn. Despite the swirling tempest above, there will be no rain or wind to be found. These clouds merely serve as a sign to the bearer, showing them where the Chancellor waits. Follow this silent storm and seek out its eye, for that serves as his throne. It is advised that the bearer make this journey quickly, as the Chancellor grows angry when his time is wasted by bumbling fools. Travel to the eye and look heavenward to find him swimming amongst the chaos. Those who find themselves in his presence will find that he is not as pleasant as the other Emissaries that came before him. The Chancellor of Storm is a furious and demanding creature, viewing himself as a god amongst simple mortals. His voice is like thunder, shaking the very earth with every bellow and roar. His temper is like a cyclone, building in strength before unleashing it all in one destructive tantrum. To him, all creatures down below are mere specks of dust, destined only to be brushed aside by his awesome power. This view is extended even to the bearer, whose presence is seen as an annoyance to this raging behemoth. From up high, he shall demand the bearer to speak their purpose, and to explain why they had the gall to bother him. Any answer will seem to infuriate him, but this conversation is not meant to placate him. What is spoken at this time will determine who or what he will direct his inevitable fury at. There is no way to stop his wrath, so it is important to make sure it is directed at one's foes. Speak of the injustice that plagues your people, tell of the cruelties you wish to end, so that he may despise the enemy. Do not beg him for help, as he is disgusted by the cowardly and desperate. Instead, weave a tale of how his awesome strength is the only way to punish the wicked. That these horrible wretches deserve the judgment only he can offer. If the tirade is enough to ignite his temper, then he may unleash the seventh plague. If one fails to deflect his ire towards the enemy, then his fury shall fall upon the bearer. Those who have annoyed him with their useless mewling, or have failed to give him the proper respect a god demands will be struck down. There will be just a single bolt of lightning, and the bearer will be nothing but a smoldering pile of ash. Such a pathetic creature doesn't deserve his full strength, so they are simply deleted.

If the Chancellor of Storm is convinced of the enemies' sin, then he will bring forth the seventh plague. If he has truly grown to despise these sinners, he will not give any relic to the bearer. Rather, he will unleash this destruction himself, as his fury has become uncontrollable. All the bearer can do at this point is warn their followers and seek shelter, as this savage storm will be greater than any ever seen. Swimming through the heavens, the clouds around him will become black and swollen. The wind from his flapping fins will turn into screaming gales, and his bellows will rattle the earth to its core. From his obsidian spikes will lance great bolts of lightning, each capable of reducing buildings to rubble and beasts to ash. From his enormous maw will rain down a torrent of burning ice that will shatter rock and scorch flesh. Those caught outside in this fury stand no chance to survive, though safety is not guaranteed within shelter. His wrath will last for hours, leveling towns and leaving a ravaged wasteland in his wake. When the last of his anger is spent, he will vanish in the storm and the tempest will be over. The clouds shall dissipate, the sun shall return and an unnatural calm will remain. There will be no evidence of this impossible storm left, save for the scant pieces of rubble that were not blown away.

Though the Chancellor is capable of brining forth this plague with his own power, there are times when he does grant his relic to a bearer. While this blessing may be seen as a victory when dealing with other Emissaries, this gift is not so generous. This offer only occurs when the bearer has succeeded in deflecting his wrath but has not fully turned the Chancellor against their enemy. He will not be furious enough to personally destroy these infidels, but is also not angry enough at the bearer to bother with a smiting. In this annoyed state, he simply wants to end this bothersome meeting and return home, which is why he pushes the responsibility off onto the bearer. He will grant them a single cerulean bead from his Rosary of Tempest and leave them in a huff. Within this glassy orb lies the heart of a violent thunderstorm, a powerful force just waiting to be released. When this bead is broken, it will unleash a devastating storm just like the one the Chancellor himself would create. Its contents will leap into the sky and infect the heavens with lightning, ice and chaos, all before bringing it down upon the people below. While this relic creates the same destruction as the Chancellor would, it unfortunately has to be released by the bearer. This means that the bearer will be at the heart of the storm the moment it is freed, which is not a good place to be. They will have to escape their own plague if they wish to survive to see the next...

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Chugging along with our Emissaries, making good progress! This was another hard one for me to make, mainly because I was certain I wanted to make this one a sky whale despite the numerous failed designs that came from it. Why not make it something else if I couldn't pull off a sky whale? Because it HAS to be a whale (for some reason)!