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| == Description == | | == Description == |
| {{quote|Allows to learn some Pyromantic abilities.}} | | {{quote}} |
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| *[[Melting Ray]] | | *{{cl|Active|Melting Ray}} |
| *[[Magma Rain]] | | *{{cl|Active|Incineration}} |
| *[[Safe Distance]] | | *{{cl|Orange|Safe Distance}} |
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| ==Acquired From== | | ==Acquired From== |
| * Sometimes sold by [[Gerlot]], merchant in [[Mannshire]]. | | * Always sold by [[L'Owcrey]], occultist in [[Rotten Willow Tavern]]. |
| * Sometimes sold by [[Bert]], merchant in [[Osbrook]].
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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.
| | ==See also== |
| | *[[Treatises]] |
| | *[[Pyromantic Treatise I]] |
| | *[[Pyromantic Treatise II]] |
| | *[[Pyromantic Treatise IV]] |
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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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