"Born of Fate... Raised by Prophecy... Chosen as a Savior" "Destined to Destroy" "A Summoner's inheritance is a power greater than magic. With rings of channeling, Summoners call forth demons and golems, supernatural servants and elemental creatures. Those with the Ability to use their gift without the amulets and rings are the strongest of all. They have toppled empires and challenged gods. They are venerated as saviors and feared as destroyers." Failure "No, don't take me yet! I'm not finished!" the shaman yelled. The voice said, "You took too long; Your task has miserably failed." "I beg for just one more chance to finish what I was meant to do!" "Fine! One last chance, but you won't have long; However, once again you must begin anew. Water: There was a ship being torn apart At sea by a raging storm. The cries were silenced by its crushing might, Then the waves scattered their lifeless forms. Fire: The clamor assaulted her ears No matter where she turned to run-- The roaring of a burning forest The screams of the dying young. Earth: The earth convulsed in a vengeful rage Destroying all near in its upheavals; Great fissures yawned in expectation Of swallowing man's created evils Sky: A tornado swept across the plain Leaving a broken trail behind; It took with it into oblivion A child the parents will never find. Last Time You must gather your forces quickly. He must not be allowed to win again. The inward spiral must cease or it will doom all. You will have peace then, and only then. Now the fate of earth must be decided, Whether all live, or whether it dies. The circle must resume or remain lost forever, For you have come to the last of your lives." 'Tis Written Echoes of the past, Echoes of the future, Echoes of the time at hand. Memories of joy, Memories of suffering, Memories of a broken man. Visions of peace, Visions of war, Visions of a dying land. Sounds of love, Sounds of hate, Sounds of the shifting sand. There is a broken man in the midst of a dying land Reading what is written in the shifting sand: "The time of healing is nigh at hand." Summoner's Story She walked out, alone, into the still, night air, dressed in the color of the moonless sky. Then she raised her arms in a Summoner's call to avenge the souls of time gone by. All of nature rushed to meet her request; It had awaited this moment far too long. Finally, it would receive its due respect, freed from its servanthood by the Summoner's song. Dark storm clouds tinged with purple and green circled with maddening fury above her. Lightning leaped along the edges of the seething mass, waiting for her signal to release its deadly power. Suddenly a circle of light exploded around her and shot up to the clouds above her head; Then the rain let loose in a torrential burst drenching everything except the hair upon her head. Violent tremors shook the wind-swept lands as the lightning's fires consumed all in sight. Burning trees floated by on the flooded fields of towns brought to their knees by nature's might. When the initial rage subsided, the Summoner sat alone on a small piece of land; She was surrounded by a sea with islands of fire as she sought a way to carry out her next command. The Call Her teacher was giving a lesson, but she heard not a word he said; All she saw were scenes of destruction; All she heard were voices in her head. The voices told her what she must do, And the visions showed her how. She had to release nature from its pain; The time of its revenge was now. The elements were fading quickly; If they were not freed they would be gone for good. Though their release meant the loss of countless lives-- Better death of some than all; so die they would. Her choice was made, and the future set. She would restore the balance lost before. She answered the call many others turned down; To make reality of what existed only in lore. Purging She strode out to the center of the fields with determination written in her eyes. Though agonizing, her task must be done, to give voice to nature's silent cries. Eyes closed, she raised her arms and began to sing. A song of pain, destruction, and torment. Without conscious command her body obeyed, serving the power to which it was lent. Dark storm clouds gathered, filling the sky, and circled around a point above her form. They rumbled and flashed in eerie colors while the wind drove them on in a frenzied swarm. Then a single shot of lightning made a circular fissure 'round where she stood, And raised her up on a small piece of land she could not leave even if she would. Torrents of rain let loose after that sign, and quickly flooded all things caught below. Soon an impassable moat surrounded her, but she was oblivious to the storm's mighty blow. Lightning bombarded its chosen targets; Explosions shook the flooded ground; Castles were ripped apart by the hurricane force; The thunder's victory cries were heard for miles around. Exhausted, but not finished, she sat down; Ready for the next step in the land's liberation. She lifted her head and sent out a prayer to bring about the earth's transformation. Empowerment Arise ye tortured souls, Avenge your shattered lives; Rise up from your stagnant holes to meet above me in the skies. Let your rage consume you, Let your hatred fill the land; Your recompense is before you if you will just reach out your hand. Feel your empowerment by your release that has long been planned. To this end have I been sent: Your vengeance is nigh at hand. Now rain down your tears shed in sorrow, Make your screams tear through their night; All the pain they caused that only you could know shall be paid in full before dawn's unseen light. Shake the world for your hunger, Cleanse your wounds with consuming fire, Call the winds to take justice even higher. You shall not remain enslaved any longer. Destruction As she opened her eyes, the volcanoes erupted; Violent tremors shook the land and the seas. Ash mingled with rain making a steaming scum that floated on the water too troubled to freeze. Lava turned the rain into noxious steam that the winds spread around the world; Everywhere she looked there was death and destruction, even mountains, into the oceans were hurled. Sitting upon her lofty perch She saw the purging begun by hell's opened fires. She knew it was not completed yet, For it would take long to rid man of unholy desires. Deliverance She sat contemplating what was done, and what was yet to come. Though murky darkness surrounded her, long ago had risen the sun. The events of the night before had destroyed so much so fast. Man's fall was belated, but had finally come. And now he would reign forever in the past. The sun was completely hidden behind impenetrable curtains of ash and cloud; The rain was steadily falling on fallen dominions of which men were once so proud. The temperature was falling rapidly, covering all terrestrial in sheets of ice; But she welcomed death's coming deliverance which would free her spirit from her damned body's vise. No longer the Stormcaller, but now the Summoner Who will rule the Prophecy?