The Quiet God of Flame
Keeper of the Sealing Jinn, Possessor of the Five Flames
Eons ago, the winds of the sun passed over the earth, upon which rode
dregs of the Sun itself. Tiny motes of pure en
ergy settled on the
ground, and the first flames of the Earth were born. Seeing plenty of
fuel and an entire world to inhabit, they remained. Flourishing, growing
larger. Gaining both strength and wisdom. The once-tiny flames became
great bonfires, and then immense and all-consuming infernos with
reckless abandon. Infighting broke out; needless struggles for territory
and for prideful prestige. Only when they had driven themselves to
near-extinction, writhing in the ashes of their fallen siblings, did
they realize they could not be allowed untethered freedom. Fire, at its
heart, must be controlled. And so, one amongst the many was chosen. A
great ruler, to guide and to watch the flames with a wary eye. To never
again allow them to proliferate to the point of self-annihilation.
An embodiment of tranquility and self-control, the Quiet God of Flame
lives still, tending and nurturing its children. Engulfed in a great
inferno, yet one that does not issue heat, but warmth. One that billows
slowly, like an immense blaze slowed down. The nameless deity's nature
is at odds with its domain of raw energy. In each hand it cradles an
elemental flame, conveying the god's dominion over all fire. Well,
perhaps all fire no longer. Only a stump remains of the sixth hand,
cleanly severed and stolen by another. Yet the five other hands remain
enough to uphold the rule of the King of Fire. There is elemental fire,
pure and sweet. The wild and treacherous fire of the dragons, the most
difficult to control. Another hand clutches Eazl, the spiraled Jinn of
Sealing. A queer and fractal black flame. And finally, the Blood Flame,
Profaned fire of the Uuthuusians.
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