THE FIRE GUILD

A secretive cabal of fire-wielding mages, the Fire Guild is whispered to rule a forsaken land in the uncharted East. Their numbers and strength remain unknown, but their legend spreads through fear and forbidden fascination.

They recruit from the desperate—thieves, exiles, and those with nothing left to burn. Some say initiates endure the Ember Grave, a trial of fire and agony, though none confirm its truth. Those who join emerge with smoldering crimson eyes, forever marked as outcasts in civilized lands. Only in the lawless fringes do they walk freely, their gaze met with uneasy silence.

Merciless and brutal, the Conclave answers defiance with ash. Their magic seems to demand cruelty, as if each spell feeds on suffering. Yet for all their terror, they are idolized—not just by reckless souls, but by lonely scholars and outcast dreamers. To these, the Conclave represents belonging, a brotherhood where the unwanted become feared.

But such kinship comes at a cost. Members wither too soon, their vitality seared away. No elder has ever been seen among their ranks. Some say their flames burn the soul as fuel—and one day, even the mightiest Fire Mage is consumed.

Now, strange fires flicker at the edges of the known world. Whispers speak of red-eyed wanderers in the dark. The Conclave’s shadow grows. And the desperate still listen, yearning for the warmth of its embrace.

— Thaddeus Grimoire. Donscon Archive