Ryia
Junior Member
Nature, the result of years of peaceful progress and bountiful resources.
The silence was broken only by her thoughts. Incendia made her way slowly through the dense forest, absorbing the essence of the wildlife surrounding her. The green leaves of tall trees and dense shrubs was a foreign concept to the Archmage. Valakut, the Molten Summit, had nothing of the sort. The ancient volcano was far too hostile for wildlife like this; the only colors to be seen at her home were the fiery reds and oranges of fire and magma, along with the dark grays and blacks of the hardened magma and rock.
It needs something, though...
Suddenly, a nearby brush lit up immediately with the familiar orange that Incendia loved so much. An intense heat wave hit the mage, but she was used to it. It was comforting after being surrounded by the cool forest for so long. After a moment, the light died out and once the crackling of the fire came to a halt, all that could be heard was the soft laughter of the woman who caused it. Left where the brush once grew was a small mound of ash, smoke slowly rose from the pile and was lost in the thick canopy of the trees.
That was refreshing.
Incendia wasn't used to being this far from the Molten Summit. She was easily three moons' walk from her home, and she was completely alone. She set off in search of the one thing she found truly inspiring: dragons. Near her home, dragons were virtually non-existent. The human development in the area had pushed most other species away, including the ancient dragons. Though she was distressed when she realized that the large winged beings had left, there was no better location in the realm for an Inferno Magus stronghold than Valakut, so against her own desires she stayed. It's for that reason, though, that she continuously adventures outward to find these mystical beings. She had caught wind of a dragon's cave somewhere in the area, and she was determined to find it. She also knew that this area was occupied by a good number of elves. Encounters with the elves always amused the mage. She loved more than anything watching an elf run with a small flame burning at their shirts or hair. The thought alone was enough to make the mage chuckle to herself.
The silence was broken only by her thoughts. Incendia made her way slowly through the dense forest, absorbing the essence of the wildlife surrounding her. The green leaves of tall trees and dense shrubs was a foreign concept to the Archmage. Valakut, the Molten Summit, had nothing of the sort. The ancient volcano was far too hostile for wildlife like this; the only colors to be seen at her home were the fiery reds and oranges of fire and magma, along with the dark grays and blacks of the hardened magma and rock.
It needs something, though...
Suddenly, a nearby brush lit up immediately with the familiar orange that Incendia loved so much. An intense heat wave hit the mage, but she was used to it. It was comforting after being surrounded by the cool forest for so long. After a moment, the light died out and once the crackling of the fire came to a halt, all that could be heard was the soft laughter of the woman who caused it. Left where the brush once grew was a small mound of ash, smoke slowly rose from the pile and was lost in the thick canopy of the trees.
That was refreshing.
Incendia wasn't used to being this far from the Molten Summit. She was easily three moons' walk from her home, and she was completely alone. She set off in search of the one thing she found truly inspiring: dragons. Near her home, dragons were virtually non-existent. The human development in the area had pushed most other species away, including the ancient dragons. Though she was distressed when she realized that the large winged beings had left, there was no better location in the realm for an Inferno Magus stronghold than Valakut, so against her own desires she stayed. It's for that reason, though, that she continuously adventures outward to find these mystical beings. She had caught wind of a dragon's cave somewhere in the area, and she was determined to find it. She also knew that this area was occupied by a good number of elves. Encounters with the elves always amused the mage. She loved more than anything watching an elf run with a small flame burning at their shirts or hair. The thought alone was enough to make the mage chuckle to herself.
