[Godstorm] Something Wicked This Way Roils

[ngm_foes]

Something had been tickling the edges of his prison. He had been laid in this limbo between the Cragmouth and the mortal realms by someone else's machinations. He had been waiting, plotting, massing power that the mortals were unintentionally creating for him.

Then the moment came in October of 2012. Someone drilling on the seafloor hit one of the runes holding the Godstorm in limbo. He emerged slowly, taking stock and building strength. In meteorological terms, where he emerged became a low-pressure system south of Jamaica. He moved northward, toward what he sensed he needed. Towrd the terrestrial heart of his biggest foe.

He passed over the small island nation and slipped into the fertile waters south of Cuba. There he gathered more strength, his winds howling over the third world nation.

The Godstorm made his way north, sending meteorologists into a frenzy of activity of prediction. The European Centre for Medium-Range Weather Forecasts headquartered in Reading, England predicted the massive storm would head toward New York City.

The powerful being didn't care if the mortals predicted where he was going as he amassed hurricane power. Nothing could stop him.