Exalted: Tales of the Dreaming Sea
The Conquering Storm
For months a great path of devastation has been wrought across the Southwest. A terrible storm of sand, lightning, and fury has laid waste to towns and villages across the region. Those who cannot flee the storm have it wash over them and rise as a legion of glass-eyed warriors in tattered rags that precedes it – confronting any that do not surrender themselves to the storm and leaving them tied up that it may consume them as it passes and feed them into its ever-growing legion. No one is certain what it is or where it came from, but its name is known: it is the Conquering Storm and it cannot be stopped.
The armies of the Prasad have thrown everything they have at this malevolent force to no avail. Even the Chosen have struggled to do much but stall it path of carnage for now. The storm only grew more angry when it was challenged by them and empowered a Chosen of it’s own, a thirteen year old boy riding a steel with lighting in its eyes who matches it armies forward while the Storm slowly encroaches upon Kamthahar.