OOC: Orders Sent
The Weatherman
The Council of Six were meeting to pick a new Wind representative. Ever since Lord Win'da had gone on his "world journey", it had been a council of 5. They had waited the perscribed 5 years for his return, and it never happened. So they were swearing in Adeptius General Jukot as the new Wind seat. He was the most powerful Wind Mage since Win'da himself.
"You pledge to uphold the principals of the Mandate of the Sky"
"I do"
"You pledge to serve the nation"
"I do"
"Then let it be seen by the Sky God himself, Adeptius General Jukot is now Lord Jukot, Aris of the Wind and one of the Weathermasters"
"Thank you" he said, and in a bought of pride, conjured a wind to blow him back to his seat. The council set down to buisness...
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Four hours later
The council was about to ajourn, when there was several crashes and a comotion among the Councilitory Guardians. Then there was a violent swirling sound and several thumps, and all was silent. The council was very confused, and suddenly the doors burst open in a gale of wind. Standing in the doorway was Lord Win'da, carring a golden scepter of some sort. The council inaudibly gasped.
Lord Win'da strode forth into the room. "You lost faith in my return, you lost faith in my abilities, you lost faith in the Clous!"
The Weathermasters went to raise objections, but with a wave of his hand, they were pushed back into their seats by a strong wind.
"Now then, I see that Adeptius General Jukot was chosen too take my seat. A wise choice, for he is strong in the ways of the wind. Step forward Jukot"
And Jukot did that, stepping forward in his flowing robes, attempting to stand tall in the face of the muscular Win'da. Wind'a just looked down upon him. "You want what is best for the Clous, do you not?"
And Adeptius General Jukot stared right back at him, "Of course, mighty one."
A smile emerged on Win'da's face, "Then you will understand." Win'da pulled a jagged crystal out of the pocket of his robe, and in a flash, propelled himself into the air over Jukot's head with a gust of wind. He flipped in air and wrapped his legs around Jukots neck, jabbing the cyrstal in to his brainstem and snapping his neck. He pulled the crystal out and it glowed eerily. He then looked out at the council.
"My travels have shown me much. I have seen the world and its people. It is a dangerous place, filled with evil and decay. ony through strength can we acheive safety. But you, you are liabilities, you are a weakness. The rigid factionalism in the Clous nation is a weakness, and weakness must be purged."
The Weathermasters were horrified but tried talk over action. They began to yell about the illegality of what Win'da was doing, but Win'da didn't wait. He had trained in Martail Arts for this moments, honed his powers at the top of mountains and the bottom of lakes for this moment. He went for the Storm Lord first. He sped forward unnaturally, jabbing the crystal into his brain stem and crushing his throat. He spun and threw the others against the wall, literally knocking there wind out. Then they realized the seriousness of the situation. They tried in vain to fight back, focusing there powers on Win'da. But he prepared to well. He created a tornado of that picked up th chairs and table, the books and stones. It sucked in each of the Mastersm and one by one he stabbed a crystal into there heads. And when it was over, he let the tornado free in the Council Palace, to purge it.
In the rubble he stood tall, a solitary figure, leader of the Clous. He held in his hands six Jewels, each containing the power of the most powerful Weather Mages in history. It was all going according to plan...