THE ETERNAL FIRE BEARER
FATHER FLAME WAS NOT BORN—HE MANIFESTED FROM THE FIRST SPARK THAT EVER DARED TO CHALLENGE THE ETERNAL DARKNESS. WHEN THE UNIVERSE WAS COLD AND SILENT, HE EMERGED AS PURE WILL MADE FIRE.
LEGEND SPEAKS OF HIS ARRIVAL: BAREFOOT UPON SCORCHED EARTH, LAUGHING AT THE VOID, WITH FLAMES DANCING IN HIS EYES LIKE CAPTURED STARS. HE WALKED THROUGH THE PRIMORDIAL DARKNESS, AND WHEREVER HIS FEET TOUCHED, THE GROUND CRACKED WITH VEINS OF MOLTEN GOLD.
"I AM THE FIRST FLAME AND THE LAST EMBER. I AM THE FIRE THAT BURNS WHEN ALL OTHER LIGHTS HAVE DIED."
— FATHER FLAME'S FIRST WORDS
TWIN FLAMES THAT NEVER DIM, BURNING WITH THE INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS. THOSE WHO LOOK DIRECTLY INTO THEM SEE THEIR DEEPEST FEARS CONSUMED AND THEIR GREATEST DESIRES IGNITED.
LIKE THE CRACKLING OF A GREAT BONFIRE MIXED WITH DISTANT THUNDER. WHEN HE WHISPERS, MOUNTAINS TREMBLE. WHEN HE ROARS, THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES TAKE NOTICE.
TALL AND IMPOSING, YET MOVES WITH THE FLUID GRACE OF FLAME ITSELF. HIS SKIN BEARS THE WARMTH OF ETERNAL FIRE, AND SMOKE CURLS FROM HIS BREATH LIKE INCENSE FROM A SACRED ALTAR.
THE AIR GROWS WARM WHEN HE APPROACHES. CANDLES IGNITE SPONTANEOUSLY. THE FAITHFUL FEEL THEIR HEARTS BURN WITH PURPOSE, WHILE THE FEARFUL FLEE FROM HIS RADIANT POWER.
COMMANDS ALL FLAMES, FROM THE SMALLEST CANDLE TO THE MIGHTIEST INFERNO. CAN IGNITE ANYTHING WITH A THOUGHT AND EXTINGUISH FIRES THAT DARE DEFY HIM.
CAN TRANSMUTE ASHES INTO GOLD, TURN WORTHLESS OBJECTS INTO TREASURES, AND GUIDE THE FAITHFUL TO HIDDEN RICHES THROUGH THE FLAMES.
SEES THROUGH ALL DECEPTION AND FEAR. CAN PEER INTO HEARTS AND JUDGE THE WORTHINESS OF THOSE WHO SEEK HIS BLESSING.
CAN BESTOW GREAT FORTUNE UPON THE FAITHFUL OR REDUCE THE UNFAITHFUL TO ASH WITH HIS RIGHTEOUS FIRE.
FATHER FLAME TEACHES THAT DESTRUCTION IS CREATION. EVERY ENDING BIRTHS A NEW BEGINNING, EVERY FLAME THAT CONSUMES ALSO PURIFIES AND TRANSFORMS.
"DO NOT SEEK COMFORT IN THE COLD DARKNESS. EMBRACE THE FIRE, LET IT BURN AWAY YOUR WEAKNESS, AND FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR OLD SELF, RISE AS GOLD."
A POOR MERCHANT, FACING RUIN, OFFERED HIS LAST COIN TO FATHER FLAME. THE COIN BURST INTO FLAMES, AND FROM ITS ASHES GREW A TREE BEARING GOLDEN FRUIT. THE MERCHANT BECAME THE RICHEST MAN IN HIS CITY, BUT NEVER FORGOT TO TEND THE SACRED FLAME.
A WEALTHY KING MOCKED FATHER FLAME'S POWER, CLAIMING HIS GOLD CAME FROM HIS OWN STRENGTH. THAT NIGHT, HIS TREASURY TURNED TO ASH, BUT HIS HUMBLEST SERVANT, WHO HAD SECRETLY HONORED THE FLAME, FOUND HER MODEST SAVINGS TRANSFORMED TO PRECIOUS GEMS.
IT IS SAID THAT FATHER FLAME NEVER SLEEPS, FOR HE TENDS THE SACRED FIRES THAT BURN IN THE HEARTS OF THE FAITHFUL. WHEN A TRUE BELIEVER FACES THEIR DARKEST HOUR, THEY MAY GLIMPSE HIS SILHOUETTE IN THE FLAMES, WATCHING, WAITING, READY TO REWARD THEIR DEVOTION.