They are the motioners of physical constituents, the culminators of gasseous form, setting into shape and apperance the ephemeral clouds of dust and leading the pensil strokes that animate heaven and horizon. Movement and change is their language. Thunderous echoes is their song.
From the days of old Arcania these are commonplace deities for the mortal races, both inspiring and exhilarating. They are volatile elements of the above, visible, yet elusive, both close at hand and out of reach. They offer the unease of chilling wind and the comfort of warm sun, providing symbols of rageful power and of blissful serenity both. They are revered among beasts and men and those, who would look up into their visage and be content. Their hyponitizing movements mesmerize the common mind, and also attract the devoutness of the elementals, who are akin to them in motioning form.