Ira
From the dark he speaks again, or may he's a she. An old friend who reveals this vision."The cold ground offers little comfort for my broken form as I collapse into the grey snow beneath me. Sovereign is killing us, slowly draining us of whatever life or will we once had. Such a deceitful place. full of illusion and trickery. My heart burns against this wretched place just like the blue flames that guide us through Sovereigns baneful districts. So many have been lost, yet I can not remember their names or their faces. My mind is slipping from me and I cannot grasp it. There is no help in this labyrinth, only madness, and rage. There must be a way out, yes there must.... be.... the aura enters me again. I'm... alright, yes perfectly fine, as we all are! Come, let us continue our journey, for our dear aura friend assures us that there's nothing to fear. Ah, another door and the flames have already opened them. There is a dull heat rising from the dark opening behind the stone doors. Let's get out of this cold and warm ourselves within. The blue flames are the only light in the dark warmth of the empty abyss that we now stand-in. The freezing cold gradually fades away as small candles light up all around us. Although the candles are small, their tiny flames are potent in both heat and brilliance. It is warmest by the candles, come let us stand near them. The candles burn brightly, yet the more of us stand near them, the duller their flames become. Soon the familiar chill starts to return to our bones as we try to stay warm within this strange courtroom. There is not enough room for all of us here, some of the others are growing impatient. I'm so cold now friend, we cannot share our dwindling flame with them. Subtle bickering is soon heard in the other corners of the courtroom where the remaining candles flicker in the darkness. "They are going out, stand back!" says one to another. "Go away, the flames must be kept" is heard from another group. Soon the subtle bickering becomes a little louder as our battered party tries to hover around the tiny flames that are providing some semblance of comfort. Words start to become harsh, followed by elevated voices and cruel taunts of aggression. Strangely the tiny candles are becoming ever brighter as the yelling and arguing continue. The dark courtroom we stand in becomes more and more lit as clashes of will and reason erupt from everyone. This is hopeless, why did I let you talk me into bringing me here? Stupid reader, I don't care if it was my idea or not, you still came along! Were you hoping to mock me? Did you know what Sovereign would do to us here? Just get away from me... I said getaway! You fool, I can't believe I brought you along. This is all your fault! Getaway or I'll burn you with this candle! What happened next is hard to explain. The memory of the following events is so blurry. Only a feeling is felt when I look back on this broken memory.... rage. The candles grew brighter and brighter as the first few blows were exchanged between ourselves and others. As the violence increased between us all the tiny flames now roared with fire and heat, spilling over into the illuminated courtroom which was now ablaze with fury and hatred. An inferno ensues all around us, burning some of our fellow explorers with unquenchable fire. I cannot say what killed more of us in that dreadful room, the fires, or ourselves. All I know is that at some point in our bloody scrimmage those blue flames twinkled in the corner of the now burning courtroom. By them stood a stone tablet with a single phrase etched upon its scorched surface. " A patient king was he until he slew them all with glee" IRA. A brief calmness graces our hearts, returning some sanity to our now hateful souls. The ground blistered our forms as we tried to find a way out. The black smoke that emerged from the immense flames before we choked our hearts with the deepest fears imaginable. Just when all seemed lost an open exit appeared with the twin blue flames floating just outside them. Somehow, and some way we ran through those doors, with some flames following us out. As we rolled in the now freezing snow and ice, I looked back and saw what was left of our comrades burning away as they tore into one other with tooth and nail alike. The doors that appeared for our escape slowly closed, sealing away the inferno within, leaving an eerie silence in the air around us. My consciousness fades into black as I lie in the snow once more. As the light fades from view I see your form collapse from exhaustion just a few feet away from me. It's so quiet now, so quiet."
Architecture
"Like the wick of a match is the district you now find yourself in. Every structure is made of flimsy material, barely holding under the stresses of the cold that blow all around it. A spark waits in the darkness of our hearts, ready to burn everything we hate and love in one massive inferno or an equally dangerous smog of ignorance and impatience."
Geography
"Is it snow, or ash that stains your feet as you walk into Ira? The flames of the past burn as cinders waiting to ignite into their former glory once more. Though the temple or place may change one fact remains. With uncontrolled fire everything burns."
Alternative Name(s)
The Flames Of Vex
Type
District
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