The Deepwood gives way to hard rock and you ascend the mountain, climbing hand over hand across boulders. The wind whips around you and the rain threatens your grip, yet you push on. After a time, the treetops fall away and you are left with the mountain and the roiling storm. Eventually, you reach the summit and gain a clear view of the nexus of swirling clouds that is the hurricane. Lightning arcs illuminate a vortex above you, and you are struck by a sense of your own smallness in the face of such awesome power.

To your surprise, you are not alone on the summit. Drawing your eyes away from the storm you can make out a solitary cloaked figure standing, arms outstretched toward the nexus. The figure is tall and carries an elegantly crafted blade on his back, longer than any you have ever seen. Advancing cautiously, you ask the man a question.

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