Weather Magic

Don't throw caution to the winds

by Dazzlinkat

"And here come the clouds. So much for a lovely day.
Wait. Whose that up on the hill with a staff? Oh, dear, he's gone mad!"

"Hail" To The Governor

Grigore Rosetti burned with rage. The governor had laughed... LAUGHED... when he begged for mercy for his only son who had been seized by the Catholic Church. It had been long and lonely winter since Theodor had been burned at the stake for practicing magic. It did not matter that Theodor had done so to save lives. To vile churchmen, all magic was blasphemous.

Breathing in a deep breath, Grigore slowly let it out in a lazy puff of steam as his magic vented his rage. Control was vital for what he needed to do and his rage had been in the way. He looked up at the bright sunny day. "This is for you, Theodor."
Another deep breath and he set his staff firmly upon the hilltop looking out over the town and castle of the Governor of Mures. A trumpet blared as the governor and several of his bootlickers trotted out of town for a bit of horseriding.

by ArtTower

No one had come forward to speak for Theodor. No one had even expressed a thank you. Damn them. Damn them all. Closing his eyes, Grigore gathered the magic up through the hill. It took a while to collect the amount of magic he needed; time the Governor spent galloping farther and farther from shelter.

Grigore opened his eyes and stared up at the sky. Releasing the magic, he dragged in clouds that darkened with purple.
It was fast. Too fast, but he only smiled.
It was time to unleash all control and let this new storm rage.

"The sky's gone purple! Dont bother bracing up the coops!
We must cage the pigeons and get them inside. Hurry!"

by Dazzlinkat

Maelstrom

The purple darkened into night and wind howled in with the clouds. Rain started, then stopped. A pause, perhaps an offer of one last hope the storm would falter. Alas, that hope smashed to the ground beneath the pounding of hailstones.
At first the hail was annoying but they kept growing in size as the winds hurled them about before tossing them down. Soon the horses began to flail their hooves at the painful ice. Riders fell and were stomped by the paniced steeds and beaten by the falling ice. Then, one riderless horse bolted for the trees at its fastest gallop. The other horses, their herding instincts too strong to ignore, followed.
Fist-sized hail puinched down. Riders clinging to their wildly running mounts screamed as the ice pounded them, Many, including the governor, were knocked from their horses then pummeled mercilessly by storm and hoof. The hail kept on growing and piling up, covering the fallen. The hail grew bigger and crashed through all but the stoutest roofs. Then, the hail stopped.
A great blinding flash then the crack of thunder so loud it deafened ears. Again and again lightning struck until it crashed upon a hilltop. Then, a staff toppled to the grass.

by squarefrog

by Dazzlinkat

"Its still pouring rain, Drac.
It's going to flood at this rate.
And the governor is dead."

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"I can't just whisk away all the weather, Stefan!
It'll take me a week to stop all the rain. You deal with the governor mess."

by Dazzlinkat

MAGICAL MACHINATIONS

by SethMetoyer

Manipulating the weather with magic is simply a matter of changing the pressure and volume of gases in the sky. Increase the pressure, and you get clear skies and calm weather. Decrease the pressure and you get precipitation and storms.
However, the sky is one great thing that encompasses all and what is done in one part affects another. It takes great power to get the sky to move and, once its moving, it is reluctant to stop.
Those who use weather magic must take great care to only do so much so as not to bring catastrophe down on the world and, ultimately, themselves.

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