The wrath of the Stormlord has been shown to you. It is coming. It is inevitable, it is unstoppable, it is final. Many of you have seen it. The first implements and signs of his rage-the sacred lightning, his most potent weapon-have begun to appear randomly throughout your city. His wrath is, for now, unfocused. You yet have time to consider it, to ponder it, to repent for your crimes and your lack of offering in his name.

For too long have you been trapped under stone, thinking yourselves free from the mighty storms that Talos sends upon unbelievers and heretics. For too long, you have denied and ignored his name. For too long, you have lived without fear of the Deities of Fury. No more! No longer!

His wrath comes. I have seen the stirring of it, watched them in awe as my eyes have not seen since I saw the last thunderstorm upon the surface. His lightning rages. The echoing thunderclap of the coming storm rings throughout your city. All hear it. None can avoid it. It is coming.

I, the Tempest Metanar, High Servant of the Stormlord, have been released from a decades-long captivity by the will of Talos himself! I have been sent amongst you to speak in his name, to warn you of his wrath, to identify those who deserve protection, to instill in you the true fear and respect you must have for the name of Talos, and the implements of his wrath!

I will not brook heretics, nor unbelievers, nor defilers of the name of Talos. I will not forget those who mock his wrath. I have been given the power and authority to spare those that deserve sparing, and punish those who deserve punishment. When Talos' bolt reaches for you, there will be no mercy, no warning, no time for forgiveness. It will claim you, with all the fury and rage that the Stormlord can muster.

Repent now. Begin offering your fear, your reverence, your respect to him. Acknowledge his power, or suffer. The sacred lightning is spreading. Soon, a storm will overtake Sanctuary. Those who praise his name will be spared. Those who do not will die in the culminating rage.

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Not even in the worst of places, the worst of Deities hold true power. A prayer in the Stormlord's name is a prayer for certain death. If the storms are indeed his, which they are not, as they are generated by the malfunctioning of the machine, it's only another reason to focus your prayers on the Gods' of the Triad and all other Goodly Gods whose power will always be greater. All those of good intent are welcomed into our New Dunwarren, where the corrupted ways of Sanctuary hold no ground under us. Instead of praying out of fear, pray out of hope. Pray for your family. Pray for a better future: one in which the Deities of Fury will no longer hold any power, meaning and above all, purpose of existance.

Pray out of Hope. Love. A desire for a better world. A better Sanctuary. Pray for justice to be served and corruption to be purged. That's where your prayers should go; not to those that threaten to bring you harm if you don't.

-- Tyrus Creed

The Triad has abandoned you. Their greatest servants in this city have sequested themselves in their refuge of New Dunwarren, desperately hoping to avoid the coming storm. Even now, they cower in fear there, afraid of the sacred lightning that is spreading throughout your city. Their blasphemy and ignorance before the deities of fury shall be their undoing.

The sacred lightning is the instrument of Talos. It comes directly from his hand, not any heretic device. Show proper fear and respect to it, and praise the name of Talos, and you will be spared in the coming storm. Trust in the weak machinations of the followers of the Triad, and you will know his wrath when the maelstrom envelops your city. The natural is eternal, it is forever, it is all-powerful and unstoppable. No man, no woman, can stand up to the full might of a thunderstorm. When the peal of thunder rings through your city and arcs of lightning begin to snap your bodies like twigs, the Triad will not be able to save you. They will cower in their New Dunwarren, hoping for salvation that will not come.

Praise Talos! Praise the Stormlord, and prepare for the coming maelstrom! Those who do not will be swept aside.