Guild:The Burning Legion
Guild History
And finally they came to a twist in the landscape and left the cool, dark shadows of the valley wall. A wave of balmy air rushed over them like a summer zephyr forcing some to turn their heads as others cupped weary hands across tired brows, eager to still take in the sight that greeted them, their quest seemingly at its end.
The plain spread out before them, rolling clouds of dirt-grey steam billowing over the folds in the land, dissipating at its edge in thin tendrils like so many skeletal fingers clutching at the living. A tang of sulphur permeated through the atmosphere making the very air feel vital and alive. The whole scene spanned in a silver shroud of silence.
Rising impossibly in the midst of the swirling, misty mass sat the fabled Burning Peak, black and grim against its ashen surroundings. Great rivers of orange-red veins tattooed its slopes, the living fire disappearing into the plumes of steam that rushed like breakers from the mountain’s foot, only to be lost in the ebbing tide. And yet their eyes were drawn away from the imposing peak, towards the myriad shadows that seemed to walk and live and breathe the very fire of the mountain. Dark, human figures of power and strength, engulfed in the living raging flames, smothered in the swirling fog, yet oblivious to its blistering and choking effects, drawing energy, no, their very life-force from this furnace.
The youngest of the party opened his mouth and pointed, but the words would not come. The eldest placed a protective, all-knowing hand upon his shoulder, he hadn’t needed to articulate his question.
“And they, my son, the figures that walk amongst the flames, they are The Burning Legion.”
