[Amphibious Rain]
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[after a dry afternoon in the West, calm afternoon skies turn grey, then later, black. The warming rays of lathander are dotted away by a precarious storm. This storm lingers long into the night coating the streets of Eveningstar with flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder. The wind picks up and before long the good folk slam shut their doors and windows, many of which are forced to tie them as such. The good folk peering out through peep holes and cracks with long faces filled with dread.]
[The fierce rain splatters the forest region with red, blue and green streaks of blobular color. The following morning the streets are littered with various amphibious impact points, several houses turned gory shades of color as Lathanders welcoming light graced the region once more.]
[Despite the welcoming rays, the bountiful harvest and fresh rain, the humble folk of Eveningstar hear the all too familiar noise within the wooded lands surrounding them; ]
[Croak.]
[Many of the town fear this as a bold precursor to what lies ahead...]
