BY SURTR'S BLADE - A Heavy Metal Apocalypse

[X] Set the field ablaze.

You actually didn't even need to try. The fires from your blade were already starting, but then you decide to rekindle your flame. You take in a long, deep breath, and just for a second, you think about how your powers were stolen, and your missing sibling. Your skin turns to molten stone for a second, before the fires wrap around your body.

You exhale, and they're released in a wave of flame. The rain above your head sizzles as the ground turns hot with flame. The field begins to burn and burn and burn. When you're a hundred feet out, the fire has intensified. When you're kilometers out, the raging inferno has consumed the field and begun nibbling at the forests around it.

Not enough to burn the towns nearby, but enough to let them all know...

There is naught but folly in attempting to end your life.

[X] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.

When you do reach a nearby town, the gates are wide-open for anyone to pass through, but as you get closer you realize that perhaps it's less because of apathy but because of poverty. This town does not look well-off.

Brick buildings look rotted and decay, with cobblestone streets in dire need of repairs. Plenty of the homes around you seem to be abandoned, and as you get closer to teh center, the company this town keep seems unwelcoming and almost dire.

As with any other civilization you've dipped your toes into, though, you know that you can probably find help at the tavern. You're not much of one for lying, so the unsavory, the lying, the wannabee traitors are all good help for taking back what's yours. And given what you've seen of magic, you'd reckon that wizards, warlocks and mages shouldn't be all that difficult to find.

As a bonus, nobody seems to even bat an eye as you enter the bar.

You would note that it should be unusual; most people don't have your build, your gear, or your rage, and certainly nobody uses a weapon like yours. But then you get your answer as you walk through; people are jabbering on and on about weaponry and gear and stuff. Women and men in armor with heavy weapons, some lined with runes, others with knickknacks and doo-dads and material stuffs that you're pretty sure is actually worthless.

You walk to the bar, where a woman quickly reorganizes the shelves, cleans a few glasses, and fills a new cup before turning straight towards you. She looks you up and down and gives you a smirk. "Oho, a newcomer." She says. "Don't think I've seen you before." She smiles. "What brings you-"

"I am just a passerby, nothing more." You say. "I am simply looking for hired help."

She stares at you, before muttering something about 'hot and boring'. "Well you've come to the right place. Just ask around." As she mutters, you take a look at the bar patrons.

[] Ask around! There should be someone to look for...(GM CHOICE)

[] Try to find...(pick three)
-[] A Thief! To try and steal materials in a clandestine way.
-[] An Assassin! To kill quietly; sometimes barging in as yourself isn't the best course of action.
-[] A Knight! Someone who's trained in the art of war would be a boon to have.
-[] A Landsknecht! Someone similarly trained in the art of war, but with a rifle, a zweihander, and significantly less moral standing.
-[] A Savage! Someone who fights just like you. Except they're probably shirtless while they do it most of the time.
-[] A Wizard! They cast spells.
-[] A Warlock! They also cast spells, except they've probably made a compact with one of your...less savory peers.
-[] A Medic! Medicinal magic isn't quite linked with the gods this time, you note.

The update's coming as soon as I'm done with the portraits; I've had a busy week and weekend.

Here's a preview of one of them.