"Good mercenaries of Betoros, I, Orion Meskil, come to you with a most profitable task. Due to an encounter with a Leviathan and Phoenix, I have confirmed the existence of other great beasts, spoken of mostly in myth. I seek to gather trophies from some of them, and you may make use of the rest of the corpses. Now, I shall be seeking the acquisition of a Storm-Soul of an Amphithere."
The daring adventurers took to the skies, in search of a great amphithere... which they yet again decided to talk with, asking for its soul. I fail to see how anyone respects the intellect of adventurers, given that souls don't grow on trees, hence why I needed this hunt done. In any case, after a fairly quick battle, they pinned down the beast and bludgeoned it--like one beats a dead horse--until it died. Truly something great was lost today, but it was a necessary evil that was commit. The Storm-Soul was acquired.