Kazrec stepped up to the Mystic Forge, his body tense from excitement. After all his hard work and sacrifice, it was finally time! He would finally claim his ultimate weapon. He raised his voice and called out, “Zommoros! I, Kazrec Stormclaw, summon you!”
The mystic forge frothed with arcane energies and swirled with multi-colored light. There was a pause, then a booming voice echoed forth, “Speak, Charr, what do you seek?”
Kazrec spread his arms wide, “I seek the eternal flames of the Incinerator.”
Zommoros was silent for a moment, “Another mortal who seeks the Eternal Flame…Tell me, Charr, have you proof of your worthiness?”
Kazrec nodded. “I do.” He drew forth a golden mug, frothing forth with a mystical brew. “I have fought and honed my skills in countless battles. I have traveled the four corners of Tyria, from the darkest depths to the highest peaks. The proof of my mastery, all my experience and perseverance, I hereby present to you.”
Kazrec tossed the Gift of Mastery into the Forge. It stopped midflight and hung in the air above the Forge’s twisting depths, suspended by an unknown power.
Kazrec then took out a weathered stone from his pocket. It lit the area with a soft green light, humming quietly with power. “I have sought my fortune, setting out across the world. Every good turn, every lucky day, every smile that Fate gave me. It is here, in this stone. A testament to the good fortune I have been blessed with.”
Kazrec threw the Gift of Fortune into the Forge as well. It sailed a few inches before it too joined the Gift of Mastery in mid-air.
The Mystic Forge rumbled as Zommoros spoke once more. “You have indeed proven your mastery and fortune, Charr. But there is yet more you require. Fortune and Mastery prove your worth, but now the weapon needs to be given form and have life breathed into it.”
Kazrec smiled, “I know. I have it here, Zommoros.” Kazrec then took out a golden idol in the shape of a flaming dagger. “Here is the material that will give Incinerator form. Metal and Flame joined together in perfect harmony, infused with the power of many runestones.”
He tossed this into the Mystic Forge as well and it hovered in mid-air. As the Gift of Incinerator hovered, the Gifts of Fortune and Mastery began to circle slowly around it, humming softly.
Kazrec then pulled out a golden dagger, with a curved crossguard and a blade like a spike. “Here is the spark to start the flame. A Spark to ignite the world in everlasting fire. Now it will give life to Incinerator!”
Kazrec held out Spark toward the Mystic Forge. An invisible force picked it up from his hands and pulled it into the center of the Forge. The arcane ebbing of the Forge began to swirl faster and faster as Zommoros spoke, “Then I present to you the Incinerator, the eternal flames of passion and fury. Wield it well, Kazrec Stormclaw.”
The Gifts of Mastery and Fortune became shining lights; their essence ripped apart by Zommoros and then infused into the floating Spark. Then the Gift of Incinerator began to fuse with Spark, melding together into one weapon. The dragon’s head-shaped hilt gradually took shape; its eyes alight with inner flame.
Once the weapon was finished, it floated forward and Kazrec caught it. Eyes bright with excitement, he gave it a deft twirl and ignited the weapon. Spinning around, he swung and jabbed at invisible enemies, testing its weight and speed.
With a final flourishing strike, Kazrec let loose a blast of fire into the air, much to the surprise of the people in the plaza. Grinning with triumph, Kazrec announced to the crowd, “The Incinerator is mine!”
Kazrec: “After all that nasty business with the Molten Alliance it was nice to kick back and relax for a bit on the beach. Despite the jacked up prices, the Consortium have managed to put up a decent beach resort here….I should bring Elemental Atmos here…the stars are so beautiful at night…
Kazrec: “Apparently, the fellow had a thing for Charr. Normally, I don’t mind the attention…but he was a little odd. So I asked him nicely to step back. But when he didn’t budge, I gave him a "light” jolt of static and sent him packing. Hopefully that will teach him a lesson about invading a Charr’s personal space without permission.“