[X] Accept to become Quelana's pupil
[X] Afterwards…
-[X] Learn some pyromancy (only if you become Quelana's pupil)
--[X] Fire Whip (10,000)
-[X] Strengthen your flame (only if you become Quelana's pupil)
--[X] +5 (7,000 total)
-[X] Talk to Quelana (write in)
--[X] Are we on the right track for the bell? Because we tried that tree and it lead down to giant ash trees and a hydra, so it would really suck if the bell was that way.
This grouchy old lady might be rude, but it sounds like she has some pretty awesome pyromancy. If it means you can learn even more cool fire powers, you can't see any reason to turn her down. Hopefully, Laurentius won't feel bad about you getting a second teacher. He's a nice guy, so you'd kind of feel bad if he took it poorly.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. That sounds great." You reply, nodding. "I do technically already have a teacher, but it should be fine… I think?"
Quelana scoffs. "You already have a flame of your own, and I have no interest in sharing my own with you. Your current master should find no complaint from this simple partnership." She gestures for you to come closer. "Now, I presume you've gathered a poultry of souls on your journey down here. Hold out your hand; your flame is but a flicker, and I will not have such a weak pupil."
She cups her hands before herself and you place your own scarred hand in hers. She places one hand over yours and you immediately feel a warmth ignite within your palm. You close your eyes, expecting a similar process to when you fed your flame with Laurentius.
A scalding heat floods into you, wild and hungry. It tears through your body like a beast searching for prey. It locks onto your soul and you feel its fiery tendrils wrap around your being, burning it with its intensity. You want to scream, but all that escapes your throat is a choked gag. Even so, you still keep your eyes firmly shut, for fear of making this pain be in vain.
The burning fire rips a stream of souls free from your soul and drags it towards the flame in your chest. You feel your flame sputter in the stronger flame's presence, seeming like nothing but a tiny ember in comparison. Yet, the intruding heat snatches your flame just as it gropes your soul, and you immediately feel it burn more intently from the soul fuel it's being fed.
Having completed its goal, the intense flame recedes out of your body, leaving your metaphorical insides burnt and your mind screaming. You collapse to the ground, gasping to desperately suck in as much of the humid air as you can in attempt to douse the heat within you.
"Hmm, perhaps it was a bit much for a beginner such as yourself." Quelana muses, a hint of guilt in her voice. "Although, this may be a valuable lesson. I do not know what your master has told you, but you should always remember to fear the flame."
"He mentioned it." You reply between wheezing breaths. It takes you several deep gulps before you're able to say anything more, and you find cutting off your sense of pain does little to help with this weird soul flame burning.
"He said something about being careful not to get burnt."
Quelana snorts. "Put awfully plainly, but an apt warning for the simpler pyromancy of the age. The flame is a beast that you must always tread carefully with. Those who forget to grant it adequate respect and fear are consumed by the fire and lose everything they once were." She shakes her head and her voice lowers to a whisper. "I… I would hate to see something like that happen again…"
The woman goes quiet for a while, leaving you to recover from your metaphysical scalding. When she speaks again, her tone has returned to the curt arrogance it held before.
"Now, now that your flame is at least somewhat useable, I will teach you a technique used by my family." She chuckles wryly. "A somewhat unimpressive art for more advanced pyromancers, but it will nonetheless require some control to perform correctly."
The prospect of learning something a bit more advanced perks you up right away. You still feel tender in the way a lingering burn always does, but you can finally push past it and focus a bit. Your enthusiasm wavers again when you remember more complex pyromancy means attuning your flame to the new spells in a similar way to enhancing your flame.
"Don't worry yourself, there's no need to repeat what we just did." Quelana says, reading the discomfort on your face. "I took the chance to do most of the complex work of moulding your flame for the art while I was feeding it. All you will need to do is learn how to perform it."
She chuckles when you sigh in relief. "Now, the art I will teach you is called Fire Whip. It is akin to the method of Combustion… Hmm, I presume you at least know that technique?" She continues at your confirmation. "Good. It works on the same principle, although in a far longer process. Instead of a small burst of fire, one releases a constant stream of fire, typically in a back-and-forth arc for an extensive coverage."
You picture the spell in your mind and the name clicks. "Oh, you mean whip like whipping it about, not an actual whip."
Quelana stares at you blankly. "In Izalith's tongue, it was called Sweeping Fire. Fire Whip was the name young Salaman gave to the technique, so you have your own kind to blame for the confusion." She waves a hand dismissively to redirect the subject back on topic. "But that is pedantic. If you have a clear idea of the technique, attempt to perform it. Feel the flame within you and call it forth."
You step over to the edge of the dry patch of ground and hold out your pyromancy flame. Heat wells beneath your palm and you take a deep breath to concentrate. After letting the power build-up for several seconds, you thrust your hand out and expel flame just like with combustion. The greater power put behind the cast causes the burst of fire to come out far larger than normal, but it all escapes at once and leaves you feeling somewhat cold.
"Wrong." Quelana snaps. "You must control the flame. Contain it and manage its flow. Release it gradually instead of all at once." She leans back against the stone pillar and folds her arms over her book. "Try again."
You repeat the process of building up power in your hand. This time, however, you put more focus on your release, attempting to limit how much power is let out at once. The funnel of fire that erupts from your palm is small, but flows in a far longer stream than the quick burst of Combustion. It pitters out after a few seconds, but there's still a noticeable difference.
"Hmm. You've picked up the basic premise quicker than most. Perhaps you're akin to that rascal Salaman in more ways than one." Quelana comments, tapping a finger against her book again. "Simply expelling fire from your hand is no difficult matter, however. Next, work on adding the 'whipping' motion, as you called it."
You spend a while practising the technique over and over. Quelana guides you through it, pointing out your mistakes and fumbles, but also giving tips on how to improve. By the time Oscar returns from the direction of the bonfire, you've managed to consistently maintain a steady several-second-long spray. Quelana had even stopped her nagging in the last few minutes.
"It would seem you have some instinct for pyromancy." She remarks as you wind down from your last attempt. "Although, you certainly have a long way to go before you can be considered truly competent."
Again with the insulting compliment, but you don't let it get to you. You turn to Oscar with a proud grin and puff out your chest. "Hear that, Oscar? I'm pretty good, huh?"
"I didn't, but I'll take your word for it." Oscar replies, running his gaze over the area Quelana is hidden. "I found a stable path through the swamp and refilled our estus. If you're finished here…"
"Pretty much, I think." You reply, looking to Quelana for confirmation.
The pyromancer shoos you with her hand. "Indeed. Go on your way, child. Leave me to my peace."
You start relaying the confirmation to Oscar before pausing. If Quelana has been down here for a while, she might know where the Bell of Awakening is. There'd be no point running into the hill and fighting whatever's in there if the bell isn't inside, after all.
"Oh right, do you know if we're on the right track with that bell I mentioned earlier? We already tried that big tree at the other end of the valley, and all we found down there was a big lake and a hydra."
"The bell you seek is indeed beyond the nest ahead. I believe it was originally used by Lordran as an alarm to warn of incursions from Izalith." Quelana confirms. "Although, it has become home to my… to fearsome beasts spawned from Chaos. You would best be careful, lest you waste the time I've spent on you."
[] Head off
-[] Head inside the 'nest' for the bell
-[] Head back down the tree and fight the hydra
-[] Go explore somewhere else (Write in)
[] Keep talking to Quelana
-[] Ask something else (Write in)
-[] Learn some more pyromancy
-[] Strengthen your flame
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