Amidst the echoing halls of the dwarven strongholds, a mage of stone and sky stands firm, their beard whipping about in the tempest they command. With a spellbook bound in dwarven steel, its pages infused with ancient runes, they conjure storms with a mere flick of their hand, leaving all who witness in awe of their mastery. What ancestral knowledge of tempestmagic do they draw upon to defend their kin? <lora:Magic_of_Art_(FLUX).safetensors:1.0>, <lora:BeautyInEvilFlux.safetensors:0.75>,