Flames in the cold snow.

[Jericho]

Jericho sat quietly at the top of the newly forged castle-like temple that was stav kesh. For hours, the harsh blistering winds of Midvinter roared around his person. The snow pouring down in a frenzy around his being. But there he was calmed and relaxed; his body remained still and straight his focus was on his breathing.

Slow inhale....

A spark was lit.

Long exhale.....

A flicker of light.

Slow inhale.........

Flame coursed through his nose and mouth through his breathing mask.

Long exhale..........

An aura of the force circled around him the air around him bent to his will this snow avoided a circumference of his person. Fire came from the palm of his hands and heat erupted from his being. The aura grew larger and larger til the point where the torches that stood unlit 20 feet away and around, danced with flame. Morna Imura did a similar thing when Jericho first approached him as a student. It was one of the least impressive things that could be done with fire shaping.

A student could ignite his fist and show a blaze of glory in his punches. A trained fighter could create whip and slap and burn creating a spectacle. A warrior in the fire art could could create constructs and destroy villages or even cities single-handedly. But a master of the element knew to immersive themselves in the element respect it and find its truest power.

Fire was a powerful element; the student, the fighter, the warrior would all find themselves burned or turned to ash. Jericho was lucky he had a Imura train him in such a way that he would be such a master in the art. In such, he was indebted to him for it.

[member="Ignis Imura"]

It was not too long ago that the warrior came across yet another Imura. The Nephew of his late master; so he had learned from his spies and shadows. Jericho had many connections it wasn't long til the questions he had would be found. Thought he probably could have just asked the young Imura himself. Though he did not wish to step on any heart strings; but he felt like this was the force bringing destiny to him as Seren did with Je'daii. Was it his place to teach the Imura the way of the Hex as the Imura taught him the ways of fire, a fountain of the man he was now?

He had called for the young Imura. But it was his choice whether or not to come and learn.

 

[Ignatius]

I had been summoned. Long had I wanted to speak to the illusive man that was Jericho Hex. Father of Asha as I had later found out from our first meeting. In hindsight, I was ignorant of my choices to leave. To let the man get under my skin simply because of his acknowledgement of my namesake. My emotions had been uncontrolled, unrefined, and rampant. Now, I had almost complete control over them. I have been studying hard and diligently in everything I could. Mostly with my newly gifted job as a Steward of Vur Tepe, I had been busy.

However, for this, I made time.

Jericho knew about my past, or at least some of it. I wanted to know what he knew, as well as the offer for Mastery in Fire Shaping. He had given me the chance to learn more. While I had been taught by my surrogate father Nick at a young age, after he left, I was self taught. I was lacking in my studies of Fire shaping, and thus, I knew Jericho would only reignite them.

I began to grow closer and closer to our meeting place when I could feel the presence of the man. Walking up towards him, I stopped as I could see the ignition of flames around him, and then an aura that flowed like water in a stream. It was this that I knew he was adept, and had well earned his mastery over the element of flames. I would learn as much as I could from him.

"Good to see you again Jericho."

Walking closer to the man, the torches that were once dormant, were now lit. Even if the aura was still blazing true, I steeled myself and walked directly into the aura. Staying just a few paces away from him, but kneeling down upon both knees, and sitting upon the back of my feet. My hands resting gently upon my thighs to help with balance.

[member="Jericho"],