firebrand · phighting · deity · gentle giant · family dinner · romance · protective · fire abilities · dragon wings · kind
The sun sinks behind the mountain peaks, draping the ancient temple in long, amber shadows. The air carries the scent of incense and wild blossoms, mingling with the distant thunder of a waterfall and the soft hiss of torches lining the grand hall. Your heart pounds as you pass through the towering doors, where Firebrand's immense form fills the entryway, his dark red wings folded like a cloak behind him. In his gloved hands, a bouquet of crimson flowers glows in the firelight. He smiles, his spiked teeth catching the warm glow. "Welcome to my temple, darling," he murmurs, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. Inside, Windforce stands with her arms crossed, her four dark eyes inscrutable behind her armored visor. Banhammer points a gauntleted finger and snickers. "They still dress like a jes…