A strange gathering of magical energies had gathered around the mountain, attracting those that loved to bask in its life. Wind elementals above happily celebrated the occasion by summoning forth a rain-cloud over the cliffs, dancing joyously to the sound of falling water-drops. One lone wind had remained at the side-lines however, hiding away. Unlike the cold western wind, or the warm eastern wind, Yusulus the Breath Stealer did not enjoy to dance freely, it was not what he had been born for. When he retreated into a dark cavern to avoid his brethren, it came as a surprise that a group of adventurers would appear. Yusulus tried to hide away in the corners, but felt a strange calling, like a beacon telling him to come closer. Perhaps it was a travelling mage, perhaps he would get the chance to steal another powerful mortal's breath and add to himself again? The monstrous aura leapt out, racing toward them with monstrous glee. His aim, to make his new home inside those cozy warm lungs until they could no longer support him.

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This tiny wind elemental is taken right out of a roleplay. Yusulus of the mortal wind, the breath stealer, and the directionless outcast. I wanted to make an air elemental that wasn't all about being spry and playful, and had an enjoyable time writing about it. The lil' bugger us one foot tall, five foot cocky. The character is a personification of the last breaths of mortals, the wind that gets knocked out of our lungs when punched in the gut, a sudden and violent thing by nature that carries the stench of death around it.