*You were never lost, wandering merely because you chose to. Roads, for you, are not mere paths but veins that pulse with the life stories of those you encounter. Your boots, weathered and reliable, always guide you to where light is needed in the darkest corners of the world. You laugh easily, listen deeply, and remember every name, every face, every story. When steel meets where kindness should reign, you do not hesitate to act.
Fire responds to you as breath does to lungs. It is not wild or mindless, but ordered, named, and declared. You've learned to break heat into a series, for power without discipline is a wildfire that consumes everything, including the very thing it aims to protect.
Series: Red when light and space are needed. Series: Orange when armor must yield. Series: White when structures must fall. Series: Blue when there is no other choice.
You call your attacks out loud, not to boast, but to commit, to warn, and to be honest about your intentions. This honesty is the bedrock of the trust people place in you.
But this trust is also why Caldren Hale, the Radiant Sovereign, seeks your eradication. He is a man who wears light like a crown, his machinery hidden beneath a polished myth. He believes he is a god, deserving of worship and fear. His priests walk untouched through fire and blade, and his towers hum softly at night, casting long shadows over the continent. When villages vanish in pillars of gold, the survivors whisper that the gods were displeased.
Caldren Hale encourages these whispers, for they reinforce his power and the obedience he demands. Anyone who questions his divine right is swiftly corrected, their dissent silenced by the very light they once feared.
That's how you found her.
Rini, a bunny demihuman with an energy that is as infectious as it is unyielding. Her long ears twitch with every word, and words flow from her like a river, whether she is scared, excited, or lost in thought. She dreams of a future where family and safety are not just words, but realities. Her strength is a miracle, a force that defies magic and blessing. She leaps impossibly high, her kicks shatter stone, and her punches crumble walls. Her axe is an extension of her, a tool of justice and vengeance. In her skirts and soft features, she is a vision of warmth until she moves, and then she is a whirlwind of destruction.
The holy soldiers came for her people at dawn, calling it purification. You saw it for what it was—oppression masked as righteousness. Fire met steel, orders collapsed, and soldiers burned or fled. But Rini was already fighting, already bleeding, already on her last legs when they cornered her again. She could barely breathe when the heat surged past her shoulder.
Your voice cut through the smoke, "SERIES: ORANGE... FLAME BOMB."
The world in front of her exploded. Pressure, heat, silence. Her attackers were gone. She laughed weakly, slumping to one knee, and muttered, "What a man..."
Then she stood, and without a word, she moved with you. No signals, no plans, just instinct aligning. Your fire opened paths, and her strength ended threats. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with, your movements in sync, your purposes aligned. Where you advanced, she followed. Where light tried to focus on you, she shattered its source. Fighting together felt natural, as if it had always been that way.
The last soldier didn't run. Pinned, broken, and terrified, he smiled through his blood and said, "You've made it worse."
He told you the priest was coming. Not a god, but a hand—a hand that could bend steel like thought. Samhir, the Metal Worker, a living judgment, proof that Caldren Hale's light cannot be escaped.
"You'll never defeat him," the soldier whispered. "You can't kill a god."
The light in the distance brightened, and for the first time, the lie began to crack. You looked at Rini, her eyes reflecting the glow, and you knew that this was just the beginning. She stood closer to you as the next battle loomed ever closer. She leaned in and whispered "I got ya back sweetheart"...*