The Storm-Bird

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"Raise your arms to the sky and it will come for you. It will lift you away. Its talons are ice, and they protect you. Its wings are frost. Its eyes are two holes. It has only to look at the flames and they are quenched."

The Storm-bird is a mysterious avian creature that patrols the lands of Parabola.

A Defender of Dreams

"Perhaps you have already seen: a nightmare cannot be killed permanently without changing the dreamer. Often the battle must happen many times over. But we can fight some of them, and defend against others. Not all of this work need be left to the Storm-Bird."

The hellfire of horror.

A well-known fact of life is that nightmares and other dangerous thoughts are almost always just that: thoughts. But in Parabola, rules are made to be broken, and sometimes, the horrors that the mind can dream up forget to stay within the confines of the head, resulting in conflagrations and other disasters that can place all forms of surrounding life in danger. The Storm-bird is a being, visually similar to an large avian, that is drawn to these firestorms of fear. It does not appear to be malevolent, merely curious, and it can help rescue unwary travelers from these horrors, dousing the flames with merely a glance. However, this help comes at a price: of knowledge or perhaps something else entirely.

Appropriately, the Storm-bird resides in its Cloud, a cold, wet, and foggy location, where it apparently collects mechanical trinkets, such as scraps of metal, intricate whirring contraptions, or expertly crafted model ships.

A Bird's Biology

"Its eyes are pits of darkness. It is drawn to fear, curious, not always able to read what it means."

Storm-birds are biologically unique even when compared to the creatures of Parabola. Their eyes are dark and their wings are cloud-colored, with a wide wingspan and a texture like the soft down of a young chick. The birds also emit an aura of frost with feathers and talons of ice, and they can even weep snow when severely distressed. When multiple Storm-birds are assembled, they behave as if they cannot see one other, or indeed as if the others are not there at all.

When removed from Parabola, they slowly fade from existence, as if their essence was so intertwined with dreams that existing outside of them for long would be difficult. In fact, Storm-birds aren't quite "real" at all, they're "dream-projections": beings that apparently manifest in Parabola from the dreams of a greater being in reality. Because of these facts, and the fact that Storm-birds can easily destroy nightmares, Fingerkings avoid Storm-birds and refuse to possess them, regardless of whether or not the bird tries to repel them itself.

Interestingly, Storm-birds have a unique reaction to the Private Stash of Mr Spices; instead of a typical sedative effect, the bird seems invigorated when exposed to the drug, to the point that its wingspan expands significantly. Storm-birds also seem to cast shadows that appear more bat-like than one would expect, similar to that of a young Master, and when allowed to fly freely, Storm-birds also tend to travel towards the Bazaar...

A Story of Spices

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"The Storm-bird gives a pleased cry you've never heard before, and tries to snuggle its head against Mr Spices."

"Mr Spices is taken aback. It seems to want to comfort the bird without getting too close. "Do you have a toy?" it asks you urgently. "A miniature train, or a model motorcar, perhaps?""

Mr Spices

The Storm-bird's shadow resembling a young Master isn't a coincidence, it's implied that the bird may be a dream-projection from the unborn progeny of none other than Mr Spices! Some time ago, Mr Spices was romantically involved with and impregnated by a Baroness from Hell, but this relationship apparently ended rather poorly. Regardless, Mr Spices is considered by his colleagues to be of ill health at the moment, and it regularly takes drugs from its Private Stash to soothe itself and ensure its child is born healthy, and perhaps dream more deeply than it normally would. Perhaps this is the reason for the Storm-bird's unique reaction to the Private Stash's medications. The tendency of the Storm-bird to fly towards the Bazaar may also be in line with its nature as a progeny of the Masters; according to Mr Fires, such offspring are usually kept in the Bazaar's spires as "common property".

In the presence of Mr Spices, the Storm-bird is unusually happy and affectionate, and Mr Spices itself shows some awkward affection in return, but in close proximity to its parent the Storm-bird eventually melts away, in the manner of a dreamer's dream-self fading as it approaches its "real" body.

A Winged Creature of Considerable Speed.

Amusingly, given its baby's circumstances of conception, Mr Spices sometimes needs to deal with a unique form of what may be pregnancy cravings, such as thoughts about collecting various transportations as well as thoughts devils might have, like the baby perhaps being born with mandibles. Given that Curators, including the Masters, are known to obsess over amassing a collection of certain items,^{[citation needed]} it can be inferred that the child of Spices will have an affinity for collecting transports, like carriages and landaus, with a special preference towards mechanical vechicles. To reflect this, Storm-birds seem fascinated with trains, and some like to race the engines that run through the Great Hellbound Railway, their only competitor in sheer speed and booming sound.