Shieldwall Anniversary: Fiery Writing

[Topaz]

For the anniversary of Shieldwall, I would like to announce a writing contest on the subject of FIRE.

The entries may be either prose or poetry. Some subject ideas may include (but are not limited to) fireworks, hearthfires, campfires, enchanters' fires, torches, the flame of love, and the fiery goddess Miranda. Entries should be posted here. Winners will be announced and prizes given at the Shieldwall anniversary party.

OOC: Posting deadline is Saturday, July 7.
One entry per character. Please make sure we can tell which character is the author.

[Lavender]

Fire...
Fire burns..
Fire burns within...
Fire burns within our souls.

The passion of, or for life burns within every breast of every adventurer.
Fire burns, for revenge, for some,
Fire burns, for desire, to do that which is right.

For some the fire in them burns for plat...
For others the fire within, burns for comradery..
A person might say, the fires of the soul with the desire to help family burns the brightest.
Others, might believe that the fire that burns to protect others before self, is the noblest one of all.
But the purest of the fires to this cleric, is the fires of love.

For this fire is the one that warms one with the simplest thought of the one they love.
This is the one that makes courage burn in the heart, in the midst of ones greatest fears.

Fire burns for all one way or another...
Fire burns for everyone...
Fire burns....
All.

Rosaline https://www.darkgrimoire.com/cshow182557.html

[Topaz]

Come now, adventurers. There must be more than one fiery writer in Valorn.

Deadline is tomorrow, one turn before the anniversary party.


Topaz

[Pallas]

In The Beginning

Two figures strode across the lands, looking over what progress the people had made. 'They haven't got very far, have they?' one said. Although 'said' may not be the best word to use. Those two did not communicate with words. Perhaps they shared their thoughts, or passed ideas directly from one mind to the other. But for us and our limited understanding, the term 'said' will have to suffice.
'They have tools, of a sort. And weapons should any creatures trouble them.'
'Aye, they do. But primitive and limited. Wooden cudgels, little more than sticks to carve furrows so that they can plant their crops. They need something more.'
'What do you propose?' The two were passing through Dundee, though none of the townsfolk were aware of the fact.
'They'll need something more substantial than staffs and pointed wood in days to come. I remember ... no, it's not happened yet ... the future warns me of conflict.'
They were in the western mountains now. One reached into an outcrop partway along the upper pass and pulled out a handful of coloured rock. 'There is the basis in this stone, within these rocks, for implements better than wood, do you remember? Placed here when the lands were born.'
Thoughts and images flickered between the two, wavering images drifted in the air around them, as though they walked through a different world. 'They will have better tools to grow their crops,' one commented.
'Yes, and better weapons roo, should they be needed,' added the other.
'They will be. We know what these people are like. There always comes a time when they will want weapons. But here, they may become necessary rather than desired.'
'How shall we do it?'
'A new gift for them. A new tool for their use.'
The two looked north, spying a far-off mountain. 'We can use that, to channel energy if there is too much,' said one.
'And,' added the other,' it will consume some of the mountain stone, forming rivers of molten rock. That should be a hint to them, a sign of how to use the gift,' Again images wavered around the two as they walked unnoticed through Milltown. In their image, tongues of red and yellow danced and wavered, and were put to use. Metal was extracted from ores to produce weapons and tools. Travellers found light, warmth and comfort at night as they gathered around the dancing colours of the new energy bent to man's use.
Thw two figures looked on the images, and signalled their satisfaction. After a while, one remarked 'They are creative. They'll use the energy as a metaphor, to describe feelings they couldn't otherwise define. Courage, endurance, love. All those emotions they don't fully understand.'
'Neither do we,' the other reminded the speaker. 'That is why we watch and study them.'
'There will be pitfalls What we give will be a great friend, but a terrible enemy.' Another image came into being, echoing around them from the future. A town, far to the east, laid waste and brought low by the power of the gift.
'We are decided then. We know what to do. It will be interesting to see what they make of this gift, to observe if they enslave it, or become enslaved by it.'
The other nodded in agreement. Then the two gods stood side by side, and raised their arms. They spoke in unison ' Let there be ... fire!'
In each town centre, a small pit appeared. And within those pits, seen by humans for the first time, flames wavered and flickered in a dance, announcing their promise of warmth and light.

Pallas
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