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Given that we've decided on the tournament and the Alaria RP, I don't see any other options but...
Leaving the office of the perpetually busy commander, Alaria headed home. Erefir didn't share any further details about the ways to earn the favor of one element or another. Either she didn't know herself, or she was saving it for the next briefing, once a clearer plan of action was formed. But the Tanarrian herself had certain assumptions about this. Perhaps they were wrong, but it was still worth trying.
The former inquisitor knew very little about her future squadmates, but observations of their training made one thing clear: none of them had chosen the path of flame that she had. Even those who might have been righteous Anuzites and offered prayers to the Four, hardly felt the same kinship with the fiery element. Flame was connected to her past and her present. So much so that it was perceived as an integral part of herself. This was even reflected in her character traits – she was ambitious, curious, and persistent, never ceasing to move forward even in moments of weakness. In its worst manifestations, she was like an uncontrolled and insatiable fire that consumed everything around her. In its best, she was like a campfire that carefully protected weary travelers and dispelled the night's darkness. At least, that's how the warrior perceived herself.
And when the flame of Tanaris was extinguished by Melesar, when she tried again to rekindle the fire of her soul by studying the school of Baldur, the element responded to her. It did not reject her, despite her being an outsider, but accepted and enveloped her in warmth. It penetrated into the deepest corners of her soul and irrevocably changed Alaria's very nature. It allowed her to look at the world with fresh eyes, giving her a completely new perspective on certain things and only strengthening her desire to deepen her knowledge of the nature of flame. Such an act of acceptance, such hospitality, inspired a certain hope that Rufus might respond, sensing the purity and sincerity of her intentions.
Of course, the Tanarrian didn't know much about the god of fire himself, not being a theologian who had spent decades studying religious texts. She knew that Rufus was usually described and depicted as an attractive man, possessing character traits associated with his element. She had also heard stories about the amorous blond god, who sometimes shared a bed with ordinary mortals. According to what the former inquisitor had read in the Vishnian encyclopedia, on the southern continent there were myths that the otherworldly goddess, Risha, had also managed to interest him, which resulted in a diverse and passionate offspring. Alaria didn't know if all this was true, fiction, or something in between, but it gave her a certain idea and fit well with her personal vision of the nature of flame. She understood what to expect, although she doubted that her outstanding talents or stunning stockings would be a decisive factor.
Alaria didn't know if her attempt had any chance of success. But if you don't try, you'll never know, right? In case of failure, you can always try again, as her knowledge in this area becomes deeper. Therefore, the girl repeated the actions that she usually performed during her training in mastering the path of flame. She immersed herself in deep meditation, focusing on the flame that burned within her and the fiery energy that filled the surrounding world. Mentally and emotionally, she appealed to Rufus, hoping that he would decide to turn his gaze to her and show her favor.
Leaving the office of the perpetually busy commander, Alaria headed home. Erefir didn't share any further details about the ways to earn the favor of one element or another. Either she didn't know herself, or she was saving it for the next briefing, once a clearer plan of action was formed. But the Tanarrian herself had certain assumptions about this. Perhaps they were wrong, but it was still worth trying.
The former inquisitor knew very little about her future squadmates, but observations of their training made one thing clear: none of them had chosen the path of flame that she had. Even those who might have been righteous Anuzites and offered prayers to the Four, hardly felt the same kinship with the fiery element. Flame was connected to her past and her present. So much so that it was perceived as an integral part of herself. This was even reflected in her character traits – she was ambitious, curious, and persistent, never ceasing to move forward even in moments of weakness. In its worst manifestations, she was like an uncontrolled and insatiable fire that consumed everything around her. In its best, she was like a campfire that carefully protected weary travelers and dispelled the night's darkness. At least, that's how the warrior perceived herself.
And when the flame of Tanaris was extinguished by Melesar, when she tried again to rekindle the fire of her soul by studying the school of Baldur, the element responded to her. It did not reject her, despite her being an outsider, but accepted and enveloped her in warmth. It penetrated into the deepest corners of her soul and irrevocably changed Alaria's very nature. It allowed her to look at the world with fresh eyes, giving her a completely new perspective on certain things and only strengthening her desire to deepen her knowledge of the nature of flame. Such an act of acceptance, such hospitality, inspired a certain hope that Rufus might respond, sensing the purity and sincerity of her intentions.
Of course, the Tanarrian didn't know much about the god of fire himself, not being a theologian who had spent decades studying religious texts. She knew that Rufus was usually described and depicted as an attractive man, possessing character traits associated with his element. She had also heard stories about the amorous blond god, who sometimes shared a bed with ordinary mortals. According to what the former inquisitor had read in the Vishnian encyclopedia, on the southern continent there were myths that the otherworldly goddess, Risha, had also managed to interest him, which resulted in a diverse and passionate offspring. Alaria didn't know if all this was true, fiction, or something in between, but it gave her a certain idea and fit well with her personal vision of the nature of flame. She understood what to expect, although she doubted that her outstanding talents or stunning stockings would be a decisive factor.
Alaria didn't know if her attempt had any chance of success. But if you don't try, you'll never know, right? In case of failure, you can always try again, as her knowledge in this area becomes deeper. Therefore, the girl repeated the actions that she usually performed during her training in mastering the path of flame. She immersed herself in deep meditation, focusing on the flame that burned within her and the fiery energy that filled the surrounding world. Mentally and emotionally, she appealed to Rufus, hoping that he would decide to turn his gaze to her and show her favor.