50 Weather

 As dawn broke over the Adriatic Sea, the city of Bari stirred from its slumber. The sun's first rays kissed the ancient stone walls of the Old Town, casting long shadows and illuminating the narrow, winding streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and the promise of a new day. By mid-morning, the city had come alive. The bustling markets in Piazza del Ferrarese were filled with vendors hawking fresh produce, aromatic cheeses, and the day's catch. The aroma of freshly baked focaccia wafted from local bakeries, tempting passersby to indulge in a warm, savory treat. The cobblestone streets echoed with the footsteps of locals and tourists alike, all eager to experience the charm of this historic city. However, as the day progressed, the weather began to change. The clear blue skies that had greeted the morning were gradually overtaken by a blanket of clouds. The temperature, which had hovered around 13°C (55°F) in the early hours, began to rise, reaching a...

 The weather had been restless for weeks, shifting unpredictably between violent storms and eerie calm. The people of Eldermere whispered of omens, of something stirring beneath the land, something older than the town itself. At the heart of the village, in the ancient library , Elias Thorne poured over forgotten texts, his candle casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. His fingers traced the faded ink of an old prophecy—one that spoke of the return of the Stormborn, beings said to control the skies themselves. A sudden knock at the door startled him. "Come in," Elias called, closing the book. The door creaked open, revealing Mira Valen, a hunter known for her sharp instincts and even sharper blades. She stepped inside, carrying a bundle wrapped in a cloth , her expression unreadable. "You need to see this," she said. Elias unfolded the cloth, revealing a small orb , its surface swirling with storm clouds. Electricity crackled within. "Where did yo...