If you are reading this I'm guessing that you don't mind the smell of sulphur off the stones. Though trust me when I say, it's not worth trying to save your clothing.
Honestly next time you see a hedge wizard just sell them. You're not going to need it anymore. The stains of Sulphur is something not many can escape. Much like myself in the story I have for you today This tale is about a lady, one that's flame still sparks my heart's desire. A flame I meet over a course of a few lifetimes. Oh the gods were right about one thing, I am destined for chaos.
This one my little ember, her pet name, a descendant of one of the great demons down below, but to me she was an angel, one whose image will burn in my mind forevermore. In our encounters they were normally brief but full of excitement as this world came into its golden age, we delved through dungeons, climbed Into the peaks of the plane but in these times always came to an end one way or another. Either through battle, natural disaster or even just bad luck I was set back, but those eyes of purple fire. A temptation that always seems to burn away at me...I fear that even with my true love, my almighty queen with eyes of hazel might not be the only woman in mind as when I see her eyes of faded hazel, I now see the vibrant purple behind them. Piercing my very core and making the pain of these feelings be remembered once more and reminding me that her image was one that would burn in my mind forevermore.
I ran into her a couple times but was always made weak by her gaze, eyes of true primal desire, as many lives I have lived these orbs of light paralyzed me with mortal stupidity every time, thinking this respite would last till I achieved my goal but even a demon's flame fades with time, I may never see her again, only our children, theirs and so on. This last spark of my little ember, being in a world without my spark can be a lonely place...But I had to say my goodbyes before this world goes cold again. If immortality has taught me anything it's this. Time is unforgiving even to those that can stand it's constant flow, Be you a man of great stature and power or be you a poor squaller that has to steal and sell to afford an evening meal, Time is unforgiving. I'm just rambling again, You are someone who should think of their own time. Finding me seems to be very important to you and that makes me fear the worst. Having a positive outlook on life faded around my sixth resurrection so please...Find me and prove to me there is something that resembles a hero in our world still
-Signed Perry Lakefield