by Qurnath III, Archflame of the Infernari
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“To command flame is to dwell apart, but not alone. To endure it is to become it. To become it is to be remembered when all else turns to ash.”
The First Maxim: “The Price of Power is Isolation.”Power has always been our blessing and our curse. The flame that grants us strength also repels—it cauterizes relationships, it chars intimacy, it brands us as “Other.” A Pyromancer who ascends beyond his peers will find few hands reaching toward him. The world fears what it cannot extinguish. This is not cruelty, but cost. The mountain peak is cold because it is high. The fire lives alone in the lamp because it cannot share its oil. The wise Pyromancer does not flee from solitude. He drinks from it. He learns to listen to the silence left when all others have fled. In that silence, power speaks. Let those who follow the Way of Flame prepare their hearts to burn alone, so that their light may guide others even if none walk beside them.The Second Maxim: “Power Dwells in Flame Unquenched.”Too many among us mistake fire as tool: a spell to be cast, a weapon to be spent. But this is a grave error. Power does not reside in the act of burning—but in the will of those which is never extinguished. It is persistence, not violence, that rules the flame. If your fire is quenched by despair, fear, or grief, then you were never its master. To be among the Infernari is to tend the unquenchable fire within the soul. We are not fire-throwers. We are fire-bearers. To bear is to endure. To endure is to conquer.The Third Maxim: “Those Who Burn Will Never Perish.”Here lies our faith. This is not metaphor, but prophecy. Every Pyromancer who has looked deep into the flame sees something of death there—but also what lies beyond. The fire is transformation, not destruction. The log is not slain by fire, but made into smoke, light, and heat. So too are we transformed. If we burn wholly, without fear, we pass through the veil.
Lara the Smouldering lives in every whisper of ash. Baalruh's soul lingers in the eternal brazier. And Arecelos, whose flame never guttered, leaps in every hearth. Those who burn in devotion to the flame shall never perish. They will be remembered. They will return, whether as memory, magic, or something still unnamed.
Let every apprentice know: you will be tested by suffering, seared by betrayal, and cast aside by those who fear your power. But if you burn truly, you will outlive time. These Maxims are the beginning of wisdom, not its end. They do not demand agreement; they demand reflection.
