Forge Work
Twenty-Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month 294 AC
'The spark of life'... 'the light of reason'... 'the flame of love', in every mortal tongue that Lya knew, and she knew many indeed, you could find these metaphors. Were they expressions of some universal truth older than all the tongues of men, or was is that metaphor carved grooves into the substrate of reality through the belief of those who uttered them?
This answer, like so many others, was sadly beyond all reach of knowing. Not even R'hllor the Red, who of all the gods who walked the spheres most embodied fire, could say where the first spark had been cast for even he had been mortal once, and he had burned with rage and with despair at the knowledge of the world's peril, or so at least the Imperatrix had heard. She did not care for the inner lives of gods nor for the secret twists and turns of history... at least not for their own sake. Like a prospector seeking gold, she would follow the map to where the load was said to be. Knowledge of the shaping of souls and the songs of magic.
Over the last few months, she had sought counsel with fiends and archons, with azer and even the odd efreeti, all in service to the Lord of Light. She had seen her face reflected in the polished golden doors where Flame met Radiance and she had even witnessed the long line of souls that passed under arches of living flame to be judged by the Red God's Hand.
But now was the true test. As with all great magics, the deepest understanding was the practical. For all his might, there was one thing R'hllor the Red could not do, and that was give her a spark of primordial fire that was not attuned to his own nature and power, for there was no such thing in his realm.
Thus the Imperatrix set out in the company of steel-winged heralds and fey of flame once servants of Ymeri who chose the banners of the Imperium over oaths of submission to R'hllor. She set out into the Wild.
As with the deserts and wastelands of the Material Worl, there was no clear demarcation, no line in the black sand with the Civilized Sphere on one side and the roiling chaos on the other. Instead, the storms grew worse, endless roiling flames not just crimson and orange and red, but pale blue and flickering purple, and even once or twice something that looked rather suspiciously like a familiar green, though it was always gone before she could fly to investigate...
Well, maybe I would have gotten there if I did not have to explain my every movement to the new crop of courtiers. Honestly, she had expected the body that headed out into the strangest and wildest parts of the realm of flame to be spared courtly protocol. No such luck, for the fire muses sang and the ash-nymphs praised her, and even the sprites seemed to have organized into a complex hierarchy. It was what their former mistress expected of them and Lya had not the heart to bid them to stop. Still, she was glad for more than arcane curiosity when she came to the place among the storms where she had been told elementals were born.
There she looked at beasts with six limbs, with manes of ash and eyes as embers bright, and though she still knew not their name, she recognized them. Lya never forgot.
"This is where the elemental tap lead to, the one in the Dominion Fortress..."
Across from her in the golden carriage they had been riding in from the borders of R'hllor's domain, Maelor looked at her curiously. He did not have perfect memory even if he had heard the tale before.
Before she could reply, a gout of white fire exploded from the molten sand.
"Now..." Lya sent to the Herald who had been prepared for the task.
Obediently, the construct snapped its wings and dove towards the flame, a small runed mold at the end of long thin rod in its hands. As soon as it was immersed into the flame, the spell bound within triggered and the fire was trapped. It was not yet en elemental, but close.
The nice thing about fire was that it was catching.
Create a Fire Elemental Forge: 50 (Success)
Where do you place the new Fire Elemental Forge?
[] In Sorcerer's Deep for better security
[] In Mantarys to take advantage of the nearby Valyrian flames eventually
[] In Sunspear, the sands of Dorne may not be as hot as those of Valyria, but they are also not as perilous
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OOC: Much of the forge is to be run by the fire fey, this was my chance to remind you guys that you did get some of those from the Ymeri campaign. Not yet edited.