Bealyth - Kingdom of Purity

Vincent walked into the town's busiest street and looked around. He turned his head to a small flame that danced on his shoulder, "Here we are, remember that we need this to get by. I need to eat and you can't let me die." The flame flickered about on his shoulder before switching sides. "No, none of that."

He moved to a corner and pulled off his staff and leaned it to a wall behind him. He sighed and looked about and nodded, "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!" He spoke in a loud and entertaining voice, "Please gather round and witness the magic of the flame," he rotated in a small circle and closed his golden eyes. His dark red hair flowed in it's tight ponytail, his red coat flowing with the motions of his body. A flame spiraled around his body and rose into the air. The flame stayed close to his body and then he rose and stuck out his arm, and the flame pulled to the palm of his hand and twisted until it formed the form of flower of pure flames.

The red and yellows flickered then he closed his hand and the flame vanished from sight, "Please, all come to witness this marvel. The harmony of man and flame bound together in an elegant dance."

Valencia was in the market that day. After the castle wizard jinxed up and summoned a giant stinkbug rather than a guardian golem, the castle smelled like dragon vomit, and she took it upon herself to find a suitable magical incense. She was in the market, glancing at a candle, when she smelled smoke. She looked behind her and saw a performer in the street, playing with fire. Apparently, this man had intense pyromancy skills, or was at least a master of illusion.

She put on her hood to conceal her crown and walked over to the crowd, peeking through the wave of people to watch the strange performer.

Vincent smiled at the crowd, now was his time to dazzle. "Now, my next trick.." he knelt down and lifted his then slammed it on the ground and slowly lifted his hand, a flame rising with it, dancing from his palm to the ground. He slowly rose then flicked his wrist, the flame holding steady. "A little dance," he bowed to the flame which slowly began to mold its form into a human figure.

The flame bowed back to him and the two looked hands and waltzed for a moment before he dipped the flame which quickly wrapped around his body then faded away, leaving a bowing Vincent. He was untouched by the flames, not even soot. He waited for any applause to cease and smiled, "Thank you, thank you. The skills of a pyromancer are not all the same," he took a decent step back from the crowd and began basic martial art movements making swirls of flames to dance off his body as he moved. "Are their any request? And please, my skills are limited to Pyro Arts."