Those dedicated and faithful to Pu'ur find themselves transfixes with amazed piety, finding their voices replaces with the crackle of a divine fire. A few Troglodytes find their scales glazed and branded with harmless flame, including Bethany, who's eyes brighten to vivid, burning orange. Off to the side, Leen, Vir-ra, and the rest of the Troglodytes stand with contempt, caution, or fear. Vir-ra clutches Leen's leg as she pained yowl to the chorus of the pious.

Dostt, the portly man on stage with fire-streaked hair, stands with his mouth open as his holy book turns to ash and floats into a brisk breeze.. The zephyr of flame-crumbled parchment and spine swirls above the crowd, before swallowing Soren's righteous Claymore and Brannis's blade, tearing both from this realm.

Dostt falls to one knee, pushed by the wind. He lifts both hands, his plams lying flat. His lips move, his voice unearthly and crackling with energy, "With fire, so we shall see through the darkest of nights."

Reforged and hot, Soren's claymore forms in Dostt's hands, a wreath of orange and red flames dancing on the blade.

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Maaajor Kudos on your Writing, Nexus. Truely a delight to read. :)

Oh, yes. +1 Flaming Greatsword. Adds 1d6 of fire damage per hit.