The Herald of the Flame
An Ancient prophecy warns of an old foe’s return! With the clock counting down to a calamitous Time of Resurrection, the hunt to locate the Herald of the Flame begins...
Belle
Liar's Backbone
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Visions
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Reaper's Scouts
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Herald of the Flame
Molten Sands Fortress
Alone
Alone, by Stitcher Jim. my beloved my master my jim this a nightmare must be why not wake up just wake up wake up jim wake jim. so thirsty but no no. i can hear them out there. smell them. taste them. must stay quiet. I think I slept. How long has it been? Too dangerous to glance at the moon. And always, my arm... I see it all so clear now. She tricked me. ME! But she told me too much. I remember the things i wasn't meant to hear. I can still make them pay. Her, him, all of them! I'm still so weak. Need to be brave. Find some food topside. I'll need my strength. Glory to Flameheart? NO! Only death. Lasting and forever. DEATH TO FLAMEHEART!Ashen ReachesPurpose
Purpose, by Stitcher Jim. My faith was tested, and I was found wanting. Belief in the flame burns so brightly in the Master's boy. I thought it was pain, agony, coursing through my arm, when in fact, it was purpose. Power. A fine gift indeed. I'll work here to atone, basking in the flame. That's my destiny. Master knows it. His son knows it. Even the Ancients, long-since dust, understood. Every day of my long life, from the moment I took Rathbone's map, has led me to this. I will restore the Master as best I can, ready for his return. Stitch him together! Hah. Ramsey and his rabble will surely want to make a fight of it. Well, let them try! Soon I'll have no more need to fear them. There'll be no stopping the Herald of the Flame.Flintlock PeninsulaRenewed
"Drink", he told me, and drink I did. Drained every last drop, to wash Stitcher Jim away. My old self had perceived the raw strength of an Ashen Lord, but not the wisdom. So many new thoughts, now, my head full of countless secrets... Now I understand how to perform the ritual. How to split the skies apart and rain down the Master's fury. To call forth others in service to their King. The world looks so much darker through sightless eyes. It yearns for the light of the flame. The radiance of the Herald — a beacon to call my Master home. I'll drain the Devil's Roar to its last ember in order to finish my glorious work. Soon my master will be complete. And then, at last, so will I.Molten Sands Fortress
