Difference between revisions of "Pyromantic Treatise III"
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|BookAuthor=Written by Jovar Arno | |||
|BookName=The Tale of the Everflaming, as Jibean Merchant Told It | |||
|LearnText=Allows you to learn the following Pyromantic abilities: | |||
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|Description=An assortment of road notes from a famous traveler, describing the sect of fire-worshipping dervishes. The detailed description of some of their rituals looks particularly interesting. | |||
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Revision as of 14:11, 9 October 2020
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...They surrounded me, and, for a brief moment, I was fearful that I was to share the fate of the poor sod, whose charred remains we had stumbled upon at the crossroads. However, they seemed friendly, even if their pagan masks unnerved me greatly.
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After we finished our food, the priest - I could only assume he was a priest - gestured for us to leave the tent. Weighed down by the heavy meal, we reluctantly followed him outside. To our astonishment there was a huge crowd, even though just a couple hours ago there was hardly more than a few dozen elves in the entire camp. The blinding light of hundreds of flames now chased off the pitch-black darkness of the night. The moon, as if terrified of the competition, hid behind the clouds, which had gathered all of a sudden. Wasting no time the priest marched onwards, confidently pushing the crowd out of our way...
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The song cut short abruptly, leaving us face to face with thick, oppressive silence. For a few minutes we just stayed there, exchanging confused looks when suddenly the skies opened up, raining fire and flames on the people sitting in the middle of the circle. The crowd roared then burst into wild dance, utterly enraptured. The burning dervishes were still sitting in their place, completely unperturbed. I believe I even spotted a faint smile on one of the faces. Terrified, we attempted to flee, vainly trying to get through rows of spinning nomads as they drew closer and closer...
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