The Wanderer's Campfire

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One of the four entities of Purgatory who manifested in the realm of souls and began following its own purpose in life. Wandering across the lands, finding the most lost souls and offering guidance back onto the destined path. Always appearing next to an open flame, usually in the form of a campfire, that lights up even the darkest of nights.

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The veil of night falls over the city of Birohhal, shrouding the buildings in a grim and dismal storm. The heavens open and the rain begins to pour. The streets are abandoned and the street lanterns not closed properly are snuffed out by raindrops. Outside of the great library, the sound of tiny crashing droplets peck at the windows.
All the while, the librarian stands inside the monolith of knowledge with a warm mug washing away the bitter thoughts of being outside in this kind of weather. He is confused by the appearance of something beyond the protection of the walls. Something unusual. In the middle of the road, no more than two hundred paces, a shadowy figured sits besides a glowing amber flame. The flame calmly waving as smoke rises up and quickly taken by the howling force of the storm. The figure did not seem to be phased by the storm though. It not seem to be getting wet either. Manifesting out of thin air as if by magic.
As the librarian took a sip of his drink, he pondered the possibilities in his mind of what or who the figure could be. Reaching deep into his own mind to find an answer. After a few moments of careful thinking, he let out an audible acknowledgement. Deciding it was best that the shadowy figure was left undisturbed to complete its purpose on this miserable night.

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The Legacy:

The campfire itself is said to be able to be seen only by those who are truly lost. So lost, that not even the ruler of Purgatory can find them. When that occurs, only then does the campfire appear. Glowing a warm and inviting orange, with the Wanderer sat by. Waiting for the lost soul to come and take a seat. Those who have witnessed the fire describe it as a beacon of hope in their darkest hour. And that once they get within range of the campfire, the woes of the world seem to melt away. As if the world was once a mixtures of greys and dull colours are now vibrant and full of life.
Upon greeting the Wanderer, there is no form of conversation. No words are spoken between the soul and the entity. Instead the faceless creature patiently sits and listens to the soul. Waiting as they open their hearts about the situations that have left them feeling so isolated. Before finally discovering the answers they were searching for. All while the entity, in long flowing white robes simply nods at the end. The wanderer then picks itself up and walks away. Disappearing without a trace and leaving the soul to continue their journey. As the lost soul leaves behind the campfire, they might turn to catch a glimpse of the flame that appeared out of nowhere. Only to find the campfire disappear, just as the Wanderer had.