14 Fire Magic, 9 protection prayers, 5 healing prayers, 3 energy storage, 3 smiting prayers. Symbol of wrath may be a good idea. When I (rarely) do Utini it is very effective against the frenzy warriors.
In the elder days before the Searing, in the human kingdom of Ascalon, lived an elementalist of great beauty and magical power.
Despite her great magic, the sorceress was afraid to age and die, and she would spend most of her time searching for a way to become immortal, going as far as to study the dark arts of necromancy.
Until one day, she found it.
Using an ancient and powerful scroll she conjured an ice spell that froze the aging of her cells, making her unable to die of old age. However magic comes with a cost. The cold energy imprisoned within her slowed down her movement, to the point where moving around was difficult and she would stay still, like an actual statue of ice.
In addition, constant magic would slowly seep away from her, like an unendless stream of freezing aura, and turn the surroundings into snow and ice. Warm winds would turn to chill, soft rains to hail and fertile soil to frozen ground. The area where the spell was cast was striken hard, and the ravaged icy landscape, now only home to ice and stone elementals, would be renamed "Wizard's Folly" by the local folks.
It is unknown whether a warm heart was still beating under her icy chest. Many friends, horrified of what had become of her, and fearful that the curse could spread to them, abandoned her. The few who remained, on the opposite, would start worshipping her like a goddess.
Then the Searing came, with its rains of fire, and the lady disappeared without a trace. Most believe her ice body had become too vulnerable, some going as far as to assert that the sorceress died instantaneously. Others claim that she was powerful enough to resist it but took a huge hit and had to go into a state of stasis in a ice prison hidden somewhere in Ascalon. Others would remember her knowledge in the dark arts, and support the idea of a soul transfer in the body of her most loyal apprentice, the elementalist Imag Hell, who had coincidentally gone on a killing spree in Charr territory.
Then the Foefire came, the last unyielding wail of a defeated kingdom, turning people into blood-crazed ghosts, and what could have become of her after this dramatic event is even more subject to speculation.
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Here ends the legend of the lady of Ascalon, and the danger of trying to try to overcome death. Or so many thought.
Two hundred years later, verdant grass and trees were growing again in Ascalon, and pools and rivers of tar had turned back into clear water, as if something, some hidden power, wanted Ascalon to live.
An adventurous norn elementalist, Amaryllis Cœurdefeu, went on an expedition against the charr of the flame legion. Following them deep in the grottos south of Lake Adorea, she discovered a well-hidden crack in a wall. Following what she believed to be the entrance path to the legion's hideout, she arrived in a cavern. The cavern was filled with magic and cold as ice. A wind coming from nowhere swirled inside of it. It was mostly empty except in its centre, where a staff was placed on a pedestal.
The norn elementalist walked towards the staff and looked at it. Made of an unknown material, it looked ancient and humming with power, and the red-yellow head was shaped in the form of a flame. The girl took the staff and looked at the flame-looking head. Suddenly, a blue light woke up and shone from inside the flame. Amaryllis gazed at the silent light, and the light gazed back at her.
And at this moment she realized that she did not feel the cold anymore.
On that day, a young girl died and a new seer was born.
Ruine Eternelle
