A messager rides in|Thunderclap, Maelstrom

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"Shadow, the Lord of Storms, has proclaimed that all Wind elemental slaves are to be released immediately and all Storm elementals above the age of 18 and who are approved to serve in the Maelstrom army or in any village guard must leave for Maelstrom at once to join up with the main army as we go to war with the Clears!" the messager announces. Darkstorm walks out to greet the messager.
"So it's war is it?" he remarks. "Very well then. We shall be there. Ride on good sir and continue to give out this important message." As the messager leaves, Darkstorm rings a bell that sounds all over the town to alert all members of the guard to come to him and waits.

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Darkstorm waits calmly until his, slightly drunk, soliders gather before him. "My people! The day we have long feared has come upon us! The fool who dares call himself our lord has thrown away all tradition and history! He orders us to release the weaklings who serve us from what is their rightful place at our feet!" Darkstorm smiles coldly as a furious roar of rage goes up from the crowd.
"And my people, in the very same breath, the fool demands that all of Maelstrom scarifice theirselves to protect the very same weaklings who by right should serve us! But fear not, my people, for this war that the Lord of Fools has started is a good thing! For it shall be the very thing that removes Shadow and his madness from his seat of power, and from our lives forever! Half of you, ride to Maelstrom, assure your 'lord' that the rest of us ride to Talen'sul to scout for him! The rest of you, join me in riding to Talen'sul, not to scout, but to rid ourselves of a stain on our history... FOREVER!" A cheer of approval rings out over the gathered Storms.

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Still cheering and shouting, all of the guards saddle and mount their horses before riding out of the village and breaking into two groups. One heads for Maelstrom and the other... for Talen'sul.