Call of fire

[Norv]

One of these days, in Orgrimmar:
Morsha: Lok'tar!
Searn Firewarder: Fire be witcha, mon. I see you be strong in da ways of earth already, an' me tinkin' you be ready to talk to Kranal. He be strong in da ways of da elements and can teach ya da ways of fire... if you tink you be ready.
Morsha: yes, I believe I am, and I will try to prove I can control fire.

* Morsha goes to Fiss, in the Barrens*
Kranal Fiss: Well then, I see it in your eyes already, the burning, the desire. You've tasted power, and now you think you're ready for more of it.
Morsha: Yes, I think I am ready. I am willing to try and harness the power of fire.
Fiss: You are powerful enough to wield the totem of fire, but that does not mean you are ready.
Morsha: What do I have to do to prepare then?
Fiss: Along the Southfury River in Durotar, before the Great Sea, lies a hidden trail to one of the highest peaks in the land.
Find your way to the top and you shall find one of our holy shrines watched over by Telf Joolam Morsha: the Shrine of the Dormant Flame.
Take this torch to him Morsha: it marks that you attempt to tame fire.
Morsha: Yes, I will.
[thinking] I have to attempt to tame fire. That is, like you tame a beast, make it bend to your will. Nothing more esoteric than that? Almost not interesting... Well, I will try.

* finds Telf Joolam in his hidden plateau in Durotar and steps right in front of him, saluting *
Joolam: I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Many adventurers find their way here while looking for lost treasure or the promise of mystical creatures to slay, only to be turned away from a seemingly empty shrine. But we know the truth, do we not, Morsha? This shrine holds a greater secret from the mundane members of the Horde. To us, it is sacred.
Morsha: yes... It was my understanding that it is the place where I can test my ability to control fire.
Joolam: [low] Hm, proud words. Almost dangerously so... [loud] You came for the Eternal Flame and fire totem.
Morsha: Yes.
Joolam: Good. The first step is to create a sapta and bind you to the flame. I can create the fire sapta for you. I have enough ingredients for a sapta of fire if you can find a reagent pouch and some fire tar.

* he explains how to get them, from the Burning Blade warlocks, and asks her to do that and bring them back, and so she does. *

Joolam: They had them, didn't they? The Burning Blade fanatics carry the proper components for most of their spells in those pouches, and usually have enough of the items I need that we will not have to search much farther for anything else.
Morsha: Yes, they did. They were using them for their fire spells as well.
Joolam: Of course they did, the saptas are always made from ingredients that are closely tied to their respective elements. It makes our work easier because of the warlocks' ties to fire.
Morsha: I suppose the stoopid warlocks did not control themselves while doing so, I saw them, they seemed so lost, their death must have been a blessing to them. Main difference, that, control it or it will control you, as always...
Joolam looks curiously at her, but continues: The fire sapta is finished. The time has come for you to face the flame. Use the sapta at the shrine and head to the top of the mountain to face the manifestation there. He will not attack until you are ready, but he will realize you are able to see him. Strike him down swiftly, Morsha, for he shall only grow in power the longer you take to slay him.
Morsha: Yes, I will defeat him. I will defeat the manifestation of fire... and by that, control the power of fire.
Joolam: Control the elements? * laughs with some difficulty *
'Tis second time I hear a proud assertion of this kind from you, but you probably do not master orcish completely, your language is more strange than others'...Go.

Morsha looks him curiously, but goes. She uses the sapta at the shrine, and suddenly all around her she sees fire elementals, smaller or bigger, and a minor manifestation of fire. She charges with terrible desire to prove her worth.
And defeats the minor manifestation fairly easily.
Then places the ember in the brazier on top of the mountain.
A white hot flame ignites within the bowl.
She can feel the magical effects of the sapta coursing through her body and the fire dances rhythmically before her.
Torch firmly in hand, she turns away from the brazier and looks out over Durotar.
She feels an excitement tugging at her spirit as the wind picks up and forces the flame to dance violently.

Joolam: Your spirit burns brighter than any torch I've ever seen, Morsha, and for that, you should be proud. If you continue down this path, the elements will be yours to command, and our brethren will look to you for guidance and wisdom. Let me be the first to congratulate you and present to you your newest totem.
Morsha: You have my thanks. I am now the agent of fire, and use it to do my will, but always for a noble cause ! *smiles*
Joolam: What?! No, no, you apprentice! Saying the elements will be yours to command, is merely a way of speaking, actually what you do is call for their help, that they may choose to grant you or not! You, you * cough * are not an agent, but a mere conduit through which * he cannot continue *
Morsha looks at him surprised by this sudden burst.
Morsha: I have heard this way of speaking before, to "call" and wait for them to make things... And if you want to say that, I suppose you can. But I was merely saying exactly what it all meant.
Joolam: That is what it all means! you can never control the elements, you can merely be closer to them so you can ask for their help! They decide if they want to help you and in which way actually.
Morsha frowns: I hope you are not saying that you make it possible for forces to act however they want, while you don't try to control what they do. Because if you are, then that also means that you allow them to do things using your spell, that is you allow yourself to be used, controlled by them. You can disregard unfortunate words I may use, I am just an apprentice, but it is clear that one should control both himself and the forces he uses...

Joolam looks at her in horror ("spell"?!). He remained silent for a few seconds. "You can only reach your true being by making yourself vehicle of spirits..." mumbles he, more for himself. He understood she was too far away, in what it looked like a heresy to him, for these words to get to her. Calmly but firmly, he looked at her.

Joolam: Morsha, you are not supposed to use fire this way. The best thing for you to do, and listen to me carefully on this, is to try to see what path you are actually on. Go on a vision quest. I recommend you talk to the shamans in Bloodhoof Village, they may help you...I hope. But until you do, you are not allowed to use the power of fire. Don't do it. It would only anger it... Go now.

Morsha remains a second disoriented, wondering "what the kael-dam...grom-damned a vision quest actually is". But then she gets hold of herself, salutes and goes away.

[Kozgugore]

(( Nicely written! And a fun and interesting way to mix ingame events with IC stories as well. Well done! Looks like Morsha is making her way down the path of the Dark side. *rubs hands and cackles* ))

[highfist]

i like it, like koz said its nice to see you mixed the quest up with youre own story!