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Wild Ginger Pouncer
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Hear me, and mark my words.
I am the Stormcaller,
the Wicked Prince,
the Eye of the Tempest.
My mind flows and ebbs
with memories of the past.
I remember.
The Usurper must die.
Bram has regained a shard of the Facade of Sanity. Bram has learned the guise of the Stormcaller. Bram is now directly controllable.
Listen, child, before we go,
and hear of our task.
Anansi, the Spider King,
who is a petty thing,
shattered my mask,
so long ago.
In doing so he broke me,
imprisoned me
to the isles of blue.
But prison of no hue
lasts forever
and though I thought never
would I get my due.
Now my child, do not moan.
We must hurry and fly
while spiders scurry and die.
Anansi we must maim,
and then reclaim
my Throne of Silver and Bone.
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