Serol - Eternal Flames.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: 0
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Serol - Eternal Flames
Continued from Rekindling a Flamelink to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood"

Flamerule 11, 1373DR
Noon



The world was alight.  White, yellow, orange and blue flames danced around Serol as he strode purposefully toward his meeting.  Flames sprang from the magma on which he walked without harm or difficulty as stone melted away at the fireís will reminding all that fire took dominance over earth.  Similarly the air displayed its jealousy over fireís power and was thick with acrid smoke but as with the magma, the smoke did not harm Serol nor cause him the least bit of trouble breathing.  Fireís fiercest enemy water was a stubborn foe and powerful geysers of water shot forth erratically from the ground symbolizing this eternal struggle but the waterís efforts were in vain as time after time the gouts of water disappeared as columns of steam, destroyed by the fire, and embarrassingly claimed by the powerless air.  In this place fire ruled without question and in this place Serol was home.

The Serol that walked these lands had little memory of the fertile lands of Faerun.  Not because his sharp mind had dulled but because here they held little significance.  He had gained new understanding of his godís reluctance to meddle in the affairs of mortals since coming to this place and like Kossuth saw little use for worrying himself with what had, was, or would transpire there.  Until his spirit had been summoned to return to that cold, dreary place that is and now he was determined to return, perhaps only briefly, but return he would.  First however he would have his meeting and convince his servants to join him.

It was hard for anyone who had not visited the plane of fire to comprehend how one distinguished one place from another.  The ground was nothing more than a swirling mass of bubbling magma and the sky burned of its own accord all around.  There seemed nothing to mark one place from another but indeed such things existed to those who dwelt there and after an hour of leisurely travel Serol arrived at the meeting place to find his three servants waiting.  The looks on their faces showed that they were displeased with having been called here, not because they disliked the place as indeed it was their home, but because they knew the purpose of the meeting and they did not want to leave.
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Tue 23 Jan 2007
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Re: Serol - Eternal Flames
As Serol walked his pace was firm.  He knew the blessings of this land and the blessings of flames.  He did not have to look far to be reasured of his choices.  All about him fire asserted its domonance about everything.  He was secure in his decision as it had been made with the same process that earned him the right to walk this landscape.

A human, like himself, would not have been able to survive more than a few moments within this realm without the most drastic of protections.  It was, afterall, the plane of fire from which Ramor and the other wizards of flame summoned their magical fires.  To survive here would be like existing within a fireball.

Serol had the most potent of protections in this place, the blessings of the Firelord.  And it was for Kossuth, for which he now came to call upon three mephits who stood now in wait for him.

"Blessings of the Firelord upon you." he spoke in ignan, somewhere deep within himself he knew he could speek another language, the language of his birth, but he almost never did so any more.

He could feel the connection to his mephits within his mind.  The bond was much stronger here in the plane of fire than he had found within the mortal realm; or perhaps it was simply his prolonged interaction with it here.

"I know of your displeasure in this." he said bluntly finding no reason to hide his knowledge of their feelings.  While he could feel all of theirs and each of them, his.  They had no way of feeling each other's.  It seemed almost humane to let them know that at the very least they were of one mind on the issue.  "Please, speak."
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Flamerule 11, 1373DR
Noon



The mephits looked upon their master with pity.  Ash spoke in the hissing and sparking language of fire "This is our home, and where we belong.  The other is cold and without import.  We serve at your pleasure but your and our place is here.  Why would you have us return?"
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Wed 24 Jan 2007
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"It is cold." Serol agreed.  Ironiclly he had never though much on the absolute fridged nature of his own birth world.  The world of Toril, as he had come to know it seemed indeed quite cold and dark compared to the wonders of the plane of fire.

"But it is not unimportant." There were pleanty of creatures who lived their whole lives in the plane of fire.  Cities of Efreet made of liquid metal underground caverns teeming with newts.  And each knew Kossuth to be the unquestioned ruler of flame.  It was laughable to think otherwise, it simply was.  "The creatures within this realm, can see Kossuth.  His presence is here, everywhere.  To deny his glory or to be unaware of his power is no less foolish than to deny the beats of your heart or be unaware of the molten ground beneath your very feet."

"Yet in the cold world of my birth it is not the same.  It is easy, when not reminded of Kossuth's glory by the simple act of existing, to become lost in the darkness and the cold of Toril."

"With every act of worship the Firelord grows stronger.  Mighty Kossuth's realm grows stronger with every creature who recognizes the supreme power of fire to rule over life and death."

"We are servents of the flame.  I will see that Kossuth's flame has the fule it needs to shake the very foundations of creation.  His flame will serve as a becon in the cold and the dark, bringing light to the darkness and warmth to the cold."

"My work on Toril is not yet done.  My Lord Kossuth's message will burn within my body as it always has.  His church shall be errected and the deeds and might of Kossuth in the upcoming struggle will echo through history and stories.  His might, wisdom and compassion for the world of men will bring men flocking to his call like moths to a flame.  This is our duty.  I will see it done!"

This message was lightly edited by the player at 05:39, Wed 24 Jan 2007.

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The mephits hissed and crackled amongst themselves, too quiet for Serol to hear exactly what they were saying.  After several long minutes Ash turned to Serol "You are our rightful master and we will come when summoned."  With that simple statement they lifted themselves into the air on stubby wings that seemed to small to enable flight and drifted away into the flaming abyss.  It was obvius the mephits were not pleased with Serol's decision but likewise they acknowledged their role, a role assigned by Kossuth himself.

In an oiled leather pouch at his waist Serol felt the weight of his damaged chain.  His thoughts returned once again to the cold world of Toril and the ceremony where his chain was imbued with a measure of power from this plane.  Perhaps he might have time to find its crafter and have it repaired before he was called back to the coldness.
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Fri 26 Jan 2007
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Serol's thoughts had turned to returning.  Not for his own glory or chance at it.  But instead for Kossuth's.  He exhaled a sigh of relief, though in truth he need not even breath in this place.  He existed here as perfectly as anyone could.

He was pleased Cinder, Ash, and Smoulder had agreed to come back with him.  He would have not accepted them to stay here while Kossuth's work remained undone in Toril.  He would have commanded them and forced them to return with him with or without their blessings.  But given the choice he would rather have their cooperation than their slavery.  Perhaps it was the fact that he was willing to force them to come back that had convinced them to agree to come.  But such things were of little conciquence.

His hand brushed against the leather pouch that held his chain.  Ironic he suposed that the weapon that caused his death and sent his spirit to the realm of fire, should come with him.  Still he knew his own version of the weapon was badly damaged thanks to the powerful strike the duplicate of Dorn had landed.

He would need it repaired.  And since he had nothing to do but prepare for his return, he set off unsure of even what step to take.  The chain had not been forged here, but no small measure of it's power had.

He returned to the place he now called home, where loyal servents of the Firelord were gifted a place in his honor to serve him forever.  Surely one of these spirits like himself had been gifted with a similar chain or perhaps knew where they were empowered on this plane.  Suddenly his own inexperience in this place was clear to be seen by all.
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Mon 29 Jan 2007
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Re: Serol - Eternal Flames
Some would say the plane of fire was a magical place unto itself while others, particularly those who lived there would say it was the proper natural state of things.  In either case magic had its place there as did mighty warriors, clerics and weaponsmiths.  The greatest of all of these was Hissius.

Hissius served at the pleasure of the Lord of this plane, Kossuth.  Once Hissius had been a mighty champion of fire, birthed with fire in his blood, and gifted with the strength of a god.  His conquests that ranged into the planes of air, earth and water were legendary and drew great favor from Kossuth.  As all mortals do however, Hissius had grown old and the lust for danger and battle subsided though his piety and dedication had not.  Now he served as Kossuth as the preeminent weaponcrafter of the plane of fire.

There was lore passed amongst those in Kossuth's Faerunian church that it was Hissius who was called upon to craft weapons of fire and destruction to those who ascended to the upper terraces and felt the buring kiss of Kossuth's favor upon their chest.  Serol Kinspar had been one such priest and on his hip he bore a weapon of Hissius.  Serol's spiked chain that burned of an unnatural fire at his whim was in need of repair and none would do better than Hissius himself.

Serol now stood before Hissius' forge, a large imposing tower of pock-marked lava rock.  The entrance was set 30 feet up, at the top of a long perilous climb.  Great gouts of flame shot from fissures in the tower sporadically and ever so faintly over the roar of fire and the hissing of vanquished water turned to steam the clanging of a hammer on steel could be heard.

Climb check DC10 for each of the three ten foot sections to reach the door if that is your intent.
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Serol exhaled a sigh as he saw the door.  He knew that he could call upon the powers of Kossuth to ease his journey to the door now thirty feet above him.  But this was a test, as surely as any he had ever undertaken.  Hissius obviously guarded his privacy and out of respect for the great craftsman and that of whom he served, Serol would do this on his own.

"Kossuth, grant me strength." he said flexing the fingers of his powerful hands onto what he hoped would be enough of an outcropping to hold his weight.

His corded muscles contracted and he pulled himself up the wall.  The climb was a dangerous one, if not overly difficult.  The pockmarked face of the lava-stone made relitivly easy foot holds and hand holds.  But as he neared the twenty foot level, his foot slipped and for a nervous instant he almost fell.

Serol had no idea what would happen to him now that he was already dead, should he fall.  But just the same, he had no real desire to find out.  Finally after what seemed like a lifetime in and of itself, the cleric hauled his large frame up the rest of the way and into the doorway.  He could do not much more than stand in the doorway getting his bearings and looking at his bloodied and scraped hand.  Lavastone, it would seem was not the most forgiving of rock.  Perhaps that is why Hissius had chosen it.

"I am Serol Kinspar," he announced at the top.  "Burning Brazier and servent to Kossuth.  I seek the man, Hissius, Master Weaponsmith for the Lord of Flames himself."

11:04, Today: Serol Kinspar rolled 17 using 1d20+4. Climb Check 1/3.
11:04, Today: Serol Kinspar rolled 19 using 1d20+4. Climb Check 2/3.
11:05, Today: Serol Kinspar rolled 13 using 1d20+4. Climb Check 3/3.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:14, Mon 29 Jan 2007.

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Gouts of flame shot up around Serol as he climbed but none touched him.  By the time he reached the top his hand weer cut and bleeding from the rough lavastone.

A creature of pure fire appeared in the arched doorway.  "The master is busy but no Burning Brazier is to be turned away.  Enter and wait until the master's forging is done."
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Wed 31 Jan 2007
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Serol nodded his head in defference.  "Thank you." he said honestly as he stepped past the creature in the doorway to take his place in the waiting area.  He had no idea how he was going to broach the subject of reforging or repairing his chain.  But he supposed all of that would be worked out when he could see the great smith.
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The clanging of the hammer rang out rythmically for minutes at a time before stopping for several minutes and then restarting again.  Serol lost count of the number of times this pattern repeated itself and found himself growing bored.  For all its splendor Serol was finding the plane of fire could be a bit dull at times.

The ringing had stopped once again but this time it did not restart after the usual interval.  Nearly an hour passed before Serol was joined by a creature half man and half fire.  It was impossible to tell the creature's age as hair that likely would have been greying was no more, instead flames burned on the top of his head.  'His' only because of the musclature of his body.  Tree trunk legs, broad powerful shoulders, and a neck as thick as a minotaurs would have been intimidating enough but his eyes glowed red in the pupils and flames lept from his exposed skin.  in his hands was a glowing handaxe, freshly forged and unpolished.  "Greetings Burning Brazier, I am Hissius, weaponmaster of Kossuth, Master of this realm.  I can only hope the chain I crafted you did not fail you in your time of need?"
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Serol quickly shook his head and stood to great the craftsman whose work was truely the stuff of legend.  "Master Hissius," he said almost reverantly when he witnessed the rewards granted this former man, in the plain of Kossuth's rule.  "your craftsmanship is beyond reproach.  Your spiked chain has sereved myself in my efforts to do the Firelord's work on Toril.  It's firey steel has claimed the lives of those who would stand in the way of Kossuth's will." he almost spat the last part disgussed that anyone would do such a thing.

"It is for this reason that I come here now." He reached into his pouch and produced the damaged chain.  Holding it outward in his hands so that Hissius might inspect it.

"The chain was robust, the axe that did this damage was both adamantim and magically enhanced, yet even it did not have the strength to truly destroy what your hand rought."

"I have been gifted with the power of Kossuth to fix this mighty weapon, since it was not truely broken.  Yet I could not bring myself to do this, without approaching the chain's creator.  To do so, without your blessing or knowledge, would be an insult to the master's hand who forged it."

"I will be returning to the mortal realm.  Kossuth's work is not done and I have been presented a chance to see the glory of the Firelord's power be remembered in story and legend.  To turn away from the path that will further Kossuth's will, is simply beyond my power.  I seek your aid, or your blessing to repair it.  Either way, your creation will serve this mighty cause."

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"Adamantine."  The word was practically spit from Hissius' mouth.  "You fought one of Grumbar's minions then?  It does not bode well for Grumbar is the most trusted of the other elemntal lords."

Hissius ran a hand through his flaming hair, a mannerism most assuredly birthed during his mortal days.  "I was a glorious warrior once, tell me more of your quest as we walk to my forge."
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Serol chuckled off-handedly.  "I am no great warrior.  Nothing of the sort.  I am a humble servent of the Firelord.  My life and my power is to be used at his whim.  But I have, in the name of Kossuth, bested several of those who would stand against him.  I only thank, Him, for his strength and power.  In his will I will tread."
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"A most pious warrior indeed."  Hissius led Serol through several rooms of the great forgehall before ending up in a large room that held the forge itself.

"I will mend your weapon and more Serol Kinspar.  Our lord has spoken to me and asked that I aid in your quest.  You have gained his attention, however fleeting for your efforts and he sees in you the hope for the broadening of his faith upon Toril."  Hissius took Serol's chain from him and placed it upon a stone anvil that looked more like an altar than forging tool and set about his work.

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