The STORMS continue to STIR me in the night sky. I hear THUNDER in the far distance and could not find rest, so once more, I write of I, the STORM QUEEN (The QUEEN of the STORMS).
Talos blessed me with a BOON, personally, ME, his STORM QUEEN! A book of the STORMS, to help weave his ways into my own magics! Truly I am blessed (LOVED), and I shall soon SHARE HIS BLESSING WITH ALL WHOM LISTEN.
But ah, I also yearn to yell of someone who stood out, someone WONDERFUL. A woman named Rayne.
Ah, Rayne, Rayne Rayne Rayne, how she stares at me with such...CONTEMPT. She wished to hear my song, of my muse, the STORMS themselves!~
I cannot help but feel my heart stir at such an unmoved soul. My speeches gain such aversion (APATHY) from these 'people' (DECAY) of the city, but her? She can barely contain her desire to dampen (CRUSH) my burning candle, my WICK, (MY BOILING BLOOD)! Ah, but she has such composure, nay, DUTY, that she dare not cut me asunder without cause. Why I am such a good, loyal, kind, (WONDEROUS), proactive adventurer, whom sweeps the streets and mines of their vermin. Whatever would I need to be cut down for?
WORRY NOT Rayne, do not lost your edge! Stare at me with those eyes! THOSE FIERY EYES! Your hand tensing with desire to pull your blade! (LET YOUR OWN BLOOD BOIL) For as sure as my blood BURNS with Talos' DIVINE MARK, I shall be CERTAIN to act upon it, for I cannot simply preach FOREVER.
Talos prefers ACTION. And I'm simply waiting for the SIGN to wipe this DECAY (DISGUSTING FILTH) from the material.
The STORM GOD calls for (DEMANDS) adversity, for Nature's GROWTH (DESTRUCTION, REMOVAL, CARNAGE)