Ymir'sEmbrace
04-03-2008, 12:04 AM
Valchion Kharn stepped out of the guild hall he currently called home. The sky was bright, the sun still low, and mostly everyone was still asleep. In this quiet he would practice his deadly art. The only way he could maintain his balance, maintain himself was through his rigorous control of fire. He was not known as "The Risen Phoenix" for nothing after all. He knew the price of foolishness, of aloofness, of relying on others to aid him in a time of need. He slowly removed his gloves, his hands gnarled and dry, in pain he unclasped his robe letting it fall to the ground revealing his chest and stomach, twisted and brown, burned beyond any form of recognition. The cool air on his naked flesh burned him even more than what was to come.
In slow, easy breaths Valchion found his center. From this center flame erupted, coalescing into energy before his arms. He maneuvered his arms into a perfect circle, one inch off and he would have a price to pay...he knew only too well what the pain of his flesh searing felt like. The flame started small, a little orb that could burn his foe yet keep him safe. This was the limit most mages would go to. This was merely his resting state.
Valchion worked the flame around his arms, the liquid red heat glided along the grooves in his burnt skin, welcome and at home. The flame worked it's way around the whole of his upper body, consuming him in it's tender embrace. It slowly moved down to his fingers, orbiting each leathery finger. With quick movement Valchion thrust his arms forth, the flame jumping out igniting the nearby rotted grass. This too was part of his design, the flame wove it's way around in a circle surrounding Valchion in a deadly ring. Moving both arms to his front he thrust forward, the bulk of the flame tossed into the ring, igniting it further as a wall of fire toppled around Valchion.
He inhaled deeply, the towering inferno rising with his breath, as he exhaled the flame worked it's way out over the land, skipping along the earth without searing it, without harming a single blade of dew laden grass.
Valchion closed his green eyes focusing his attentions on the wild flames gliding through the air. His eyes opened, smoldering red, steam rising from his eye-lids. A small smirk graced his flawless face as the flame began to dance for him at a single glance. Like the countless times before Valchion maintained mastery of his trade. He let the tongues of the fire lick at his face, warming him under the new sun. In a sudden wild rush he let the flame climb to the heaven's reaching farther than his mortal eyes could see. From it's place in the heavens the flames spread outward encircling the sky as it grew weaker and smaller.
He would end his training early from now on, he wanted no one to see the visible scars of his past, of the battle for Silvermoon, that battle that once cost him his soul. He gathered his clothes covering his entire body up to his neck relaxing as his eyes died down to a hazy green.
In slow, easy breaths Valchion found his center. From this center flame erupted, coalescing into energy before his arms. He maneuvered his arms into a perfect circle, one inch off and he would have a price to pay...he knew only too well what the pain of his flesh searing felt like. The flame started small, a little orb that could burn his foe yet keep him safe. This was the limit most mages would go to. This was merely his resting state.
Valchion worked the flame around his arms, the liquid red heat glided along the grooves in his burnt skin, welcome and at home. The flame worked it's way around the whole of his upper body, consuming him in it's tender embrace. It slowly moved down to his fingers, orbiting each leathery finger. With quick movement Valchion thrust his arms forth, the flame jumping out igniting the nearby rotted grass. This too was part of his design, the flame wove it's way around in a circle surrounding Valchion in a deadly ring. Moving both arms to his front he thrust forward, the bulk of the flame tossed into the ring, igniting it further as a wall of fire toppled around Valchion.
He inhaled deeply, the towering inferno rising with his breath, as he exhaled the flame worked it's way out over the land, skipping along the earth without searing it, without harming a single blade of dew laden grass.
Valchion closed his green eyes focusing his attentions on the wild flames gliding through the air. His eyes opened, smoldering red, steam rising from his eye-lids. A small smirk graced his flawless face as the flame began to dance for him at a single glance. Like the countless times before Valchion maintained mastery of his trade. He let the tongues of the fire lick at his face, warming him under the new sun. In a sudden wild rush he let the flame climb to the heaven's reaching farther than his mortal eyes could see. From it's place in the heavens the flames spread outward encircling the sky as it grew weaker and smaller.
He would end his training early from now on, he wanted no one to see the visible scars of his past, of the battle for Silvermoon, that battle that once cost him his soul. He gathered his clothes covering his entire body up to his neck relaxing as his eyes died down to a hazy green.