Role

Chapter 6

The raucous sound of beast and blade had quieted, the adventure had been
quelled as the party prepared to depart toward their separate ways. One
parted with a wish of good fortune, another with some upbeat words, and he,
his solemn nod. Back to duty, back to the law, and his beloved city of
Voralian. Uttering words of incantation and woosh off again but upon
arrival there was something very unforeseen.

Running to and fro were city protectors, stammering back and forth, flailing
and unorganized, franticly attempting to put out wildly lashing flames. The
surrounding areas were stifling, scalding temperature and scorching fire
caressed his skin and it drew taunt, small beads of sweat formed as tiny
rivulets in little more than a flash, it was painful to inhale as each breath was
heavily laden with feverish heat, smoke and soot. His pulse racing, his body
had to react..

The days, weeks, and years of past training swelled within his throbbing
mind and pounding heart. Quickly rushing to gather his containers,
plunging any that would hold water into the nearby fountains. Bubbles
flowed swift and steady but even the usually cool and solemn pools were
warm to the touch. Back and forth, systematically eliminating each raging
blaze, ensuring the once frightful heat of the fire had sputtered to ash.
Calling and pointing out the technique to the city protectors his only
thought, soon it would be all over back to the quiet, orderly city he has
dedicated himself to.