Calling the Storm

The wind howls and the waves crashes against the rocks, tearing at the stones. The seas toss and writhe angrily as clouds of utter black approaches. FLASH, lightning lights the sky. BOOOOM, thunder crashes over head, like a drum beat of war. A lone figure stand amungst the sprays of the writhing sea upon a peninsula of rock. High he hold aloft a staff, its tip glowing a bright blue. The wind strives to blow him to the sea. The sea claws at the rock to drag him down to their depths. The lightning seeks him as a target, to end the one calling it hither. Be warned of the Storm Caller.