Rebirth After The Storm
The Storm has been a constant force in the world for longer than anyone can remember. It has been at the edge of your vision since the day you were born, a force of raw chaos ready to snatch up anything that wanders too close and break you down into your rawest components. It rolls in, close enough to remind you it exists as it sends soft, discomforting winds and gentle rains. When it edges close enough, you can often feel the world shifting beneath your feet- pathways changed, creatures warped, reality altered.
But this? This is new.
All at once, it was as if the Storm had expanded in all directions, thick crackling haze spreading through outposts across all cultures. Heavy, discolored fogs poured into underground laboratories as easily as they reached mountain peaks. Individuals pulled tighter to their communities but found that there seemed to be no place unaffected. When the Storm began to shift again, there was nowhere to hide.
Many Outpost leaders consider it a miracle that no one was destroyed or lost to the Storm. Some boast that they were brave in the face of destruction- others claim they are the reason for humanities continued survival. All in all, the changes seem so small compared to total annihilation, that many haven’t noticed the differences at all.
The Weavers, however, are worried. They see it more than anyone else- Patterns evolving inside of living Tapestries, reforged by Storm energy in ways that seem to be rewriting humanities interactions with the world. Scattered letters and missives from leader to leader show that this isn’t the Wild at work- patterns that have been Codified for centuries are shifting.
The Storm rolled in and changed the world. Who will you be when it rolls back out?