It was a normal day in the city of Gaudiguch. The sun was shining, the
party was popping, and whiskey flowed freer than the lava falls. The
jovility ground to an abrupt halt when a masked visage invited itself
into the minds of the entire populace to issue both a warning and an
apology of a pain that it must inflict. Though some nervously laughed
off the message, convinced that it was a joint hallucination, others
were less convinced and quietly prepared themselves for what may lay in
store.

For months afterward, citizens of the city of Freedom were plagued with
random spikes of extreme emotion; one moment acting perfectly normal
while in the next succumbing to the depths of rage and anger or beset by
bouts of greed and envy. These occurrences were always mercifully brief
but left all who experienced them drained and weary.

It was not until until Archmage Farlaris of the Pyromancers visited the
Plane of Fire while acting on the ill feelings of his tutor, Akungi
Saim, that the cause of the emotional malaise was discovered. The Seven
Sacred Pyres, elemental reflections of mortaldoms basest desires and
emotions, had been extinguished! Where once had stood great pillars of
flame and pits of vibrantly glowing coals now stood only charred earth
and shattered glass. Despite their disappearance, however, the heat
exhuded by them was still palpable from a considerable distance.

When all seven of the Pyres had been extinguished, the masked visage
once more appeared in the minds of the citizens of Gaudiguch, though
this time its warnings seemed to be directed towards another. Before the
mask's words could be fully processed, a white-hot pain engulfed all
those present, through which their mind's eye perceived a great iron
door ringed by seven vibrantly coloured flames. Though the door remained
open for the merest fraction of a second it was enough for a single
figure to make its way through. As the door vanished and seven flames
scattered, returning to their natural homes on the Plane of Fire, the
lone figure revealed Himself as Yomoigu the Pyresmith, once more
returned to the Basin of Life.

Penned by My hand on the 7th of Shanthin, in the year 464 CE.