Illyd
	Dyll


And the short post.

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	The sky above was a terrible grey, cracked with busts of violent lightning and shaken with thunder. Sheets of rain flooded from the heavens, dowsing Ketrefa endlessly. The hideous storm had forced most into what comfort they could find from their homes, while others huddled under whatever they could -- all for one person. 

	Under the veils of rain, Illyd Dyll walked without a care in the world. The howling wind and icy water didn’t deter his smile, and through squinting eyes he plucked at his banjo aimlessly. Only the odd glare of wonder paid him any mind as he continued his walk down the streets of Ketrefa -- his white robes as gray as the skies above and just as soaked. 

	He hummed to himself as he plucked and plucked -- finding the right cord. The sky rocked, he plucked. The evening air was fuzzy with electricity, he plucked. People were doing all they could to keep the water out of their homes, he plucked. He plucked, and he plucked -- wait!

	Illyd Dyll stopped suddenly in the middle of two crossing roads, surrounded by buildings and people hiding in alleyways. He plucked the same note he had just found again -- yes! His smile deeped and he hit the note a third time, transitioning to a great followup. He giggled past the rain and let his fingers dance across the banjo. Curious heads were starting to turn as he began to send out a flood of notes as unstoppable as the rain.

	“What is this!?” Illyd laughed to himself, fingers screeching up the length of his banjo and blasting out energetic notes. His fingers quickened to a blur -- the notes screaming as his crowd began to grow.

	“What is thhiiiiiiiisss!?” Illyd Dyll grinned madly as he rocked his banjo -- the sky opening up. A blast of lightning cracked from the heavens and erupted over Illyd Dyll and his banjo- electrifying the sound as the god continued to shred out chords.

	The crowd was in speechless awe as the thunder began to match the song -- as if it were a set of unholy drums. Illyd’s fingers were moving at a divine pace, lightning pillaring down over him at the end of each note. The god closed his eyes, falling into his music. The banjo shrieked and waned, calling more and more to witness the scene.

	Cheers began to erupt around the city -- be they excitement or fear. Either way, Illyd didn’t seem to notice, falling to his knees and raising his banjo to the sky. His fingers split across the surface of his instrument -- the thunder quickening -- and then all at once, Illyd let out a loud scream of joy and one final chord that sent waves through the crowd, blasting the very rain back up towards the sky.

	“WOO!” Illyd shook with energy, slamming his banjo into the ground and shattering it into pieces, the clouds above breaking and moving away at seemingly the same time. Blue began to peak above and the rain was slowing. Illyd wiped sweat from his forehead and held out a hand to the rain, barely collecting anything at all.

	He smiled and looked over the crowd, “Hey thanks for listening.”

	An old man stepped forward, but before he could croak a word -- Illyd Dyll had leapt onto a cloud and was already surfing away through the sky. 

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Illyd Dyll shreds the storm away then fucks off on a cloud.
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2dp spent on making a rideable cloud, I guess the titles would be speed and idk.. Flying?
3dp spent on ending the divine storm

5mp remaining
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