A violent storm, not seen for millennia, threatens the lives of commoners and nobles alike. In contrast to natural storms that manifest from concentrated pockets of air pressure and dissipate with time, this particular storm has neither an observable genesis nor a foreseeable denouement. Only one witness has ever survived a Psyclone. This lone survivor, an ancient Druid, swears by the protective powers of his enchanted weapon — Psyclone Sunderer. If you ever begin to hear a subtle chime in your ears, seek the Druid before it’s too late as he alone possesses the power to dispel a Psyclone and ward off its debilitating effects. The Psyclone Sunderer was awarded to a virtuous contributor in the first days of Nemberus.