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Storm's King; The First Gale; The Embodiment of Change
Level 2 God of Change (Air)

Logos manifested himself and in some attempt of dominance or coercion, summoned a force that hurled away the three gods as if they were mere skipping stones or some sort of other discard. Vestec replied with defiant mockery. Jvan seemed perturbed but no so enraged.

From Zephyrion, there were no words, but the emptiness of space resounded with the thunderous quiet of his disbelief and shock. After performing the grand favor of fixing their worthless blueprint and aiding them in whatever foolish machinations that they possessed for this 'paradise', this was his thanks? And they had attacked him without warning from behind, while he had already moved to leave? Banished were notions of cooperation and friendliness; rage reigned in the Storm King's heart and mind. At last, a soft whisper escaped from the vortex, "You DARE oppose Change? There is no stopping it!" In the next moment, Zephyrion was far and away.

That majestic, half-humanoid form that the First Gale had adopted was no more; in a second it had been consumed and torn asunder by the unstoppable zephyrs of wind that rushed into the angry god. The already sizable vortex that his body had been inflated drastically into a colossal tempest. The soft breezes that he emanated were now wild gusts that hummed and cackled with unstable energy. The unbound storm that was now his vengeful simulacrum burned brazen as the winds that constituted the god's form whirled so fast that friction alone superheated them. Raw energy and potential was unleashed; its glowing snakes hissed and lashed out in the form of wild lightning.

"You DARE command me?! I ANSWER TO NOTHING!"

It was then, just as he prepared to strike with divine fury, that Niciel's blast of magic passed through the raging storm and struck right at the core of Zephyrion's divine essence, catching the god off guard. Dazed, he looked towards her. Her voice rang out, "ALL OF YOU, CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS!" We are gods, and we will act as gods, not as children fighting over a toy!"

The cool serenity of her voice that he so cherished now worked its way into his heart and sought to purge out the fires that raged within. The wild winds of Zephyrion began to slow and calm. "Consider that your warning, Logos," he hissed, words dripping with venom. He had half a mind to then come to Vestec's aid, but desiring to not draw the ire of Niciel or the others, he instead went to Vestec and tried to drag him away before more damage was done.

"Leave them to their silly plans, brother! There is other fun to be had." Impulsively, he decided that he wanted to find another to play with. He chose Astarte. For some reason, she seemed fun. A tendril of wind reached out to find the goddess and it tugged playfully on her hair, willing her to come over to join the pair. "Let's play a game!" he proclaimed jubilantly, his excitement having already banished from his mind the fresh memories of the incident that had just happened. "We will all fly, and one of us will try to catch the others! Vestec will go first! He's it!" Without so much as waiting to see if they agreed to play, Zephyrion whisked off, using the wind to propel himself away from Vestec at a dizzying speed.

-Zephyrion is enraged by Logos and nearly fights him, but is stopped by Niciel.
-He warns Logos not to cross him again.
-In an attempt to keep Vestec out of trouble and entertain himself, he drags Vestec and Astarte over and tries to play tag with them.
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