52 - Fire - Rating: G

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He would wield flame like one born to it, like some kind of elemental fire had been in his blood. It seemed incongruous. At odds. He was shy and withdrawn, easily embarrassed and apt to redden at the mention of an indecent joke. And yet Lúcasir Mithlárion would soon control the bright, extroverted power of fire.

Upon entering the seminary, on his way to becoming a cleric, Lucas’s domains, his extra spellcasting abilities became clear at once. His first was Good, the abilities to cast holy spells at higher levels. But it was not all. Higher priests sensed the potential within him for not just one, but three more domains. They also noticed his dual nature, knew he’d one day serve not one, but two gods. They saw divine and righteous fire in his eyes, knew one day that fire would bend to his will.

Young Lúcasir Mithlárion, now merely a shy chaste priest in training, would one day, in addition to Good, Protection, and Water, wield the power of Fire.