The Emberkind

A Story by vetamotes

The tale of the ember kind is one that of the earth itself. From the veins in the planet sprung forth these creatures of primordial fire. Each seeming to be forged of the mountains fire. But still crafted in the gods image. A people of great strength the Ember kind quickly bloomed into the most advanced military power in the world. Their sword and steel unmatched by any. Despite though this military greatness they have always been a people of diplomacy. Using the mind before the body has always been the way of their people. Though to call them pacifists would be a boldfaced lie. The fury of an Ember kind once matters of diplomacy have failed is reminiscing to the violent eruption of a volcano raining down upon you from the heavens. They turn into nothing more than a whirlwind of flame and blades. Very few who come to stand against the ember kind survive as their combat prowess is that of the flame violent and ever consuming each strike aimed to best end the opponent. It is said that few survive for the mere reason that these are the few that have managed to break the weapon of an ember kind. It is engraved in their culture that should a man deserving of wrath manage to break or disarm their weapon from them that they be spared. And from that day on they bear the protection of that Ember kind. As such a warrior is disserving of respect. This credo exists due to the fragile smiting of the Emberkind... Their weapons material is pulled from the rare ore that comes from the earth’s heart. Ever sharp and ever swift the blades way nothing and cut through flesh and bone as if they are nothing. But they are fragile and often break when struck fiercely in combat. It is said that the ember kind’s weaponry is blessed by Queen of Ash herself. This is due to the fact that she would not allow for any man to wield a blade lest she herself deemed them worthy. These blades are acquired when each Ember kind reaches adult hood. After their first century of life. It is in this first century the ember kind spend focusing and honing themselves for adult hood. To earn this powerful weapon an ember kind must plunge their hand into the blood of the planet and be judged by the earth and the Queen of Ash. Should they be judged not worthy or wicked their arm is consumed and they are exiled from their home land. Should they prove worthy their arm is bond to one of these blades. And so long as that ember kind lives that blade will remain sharp. Death for these children of the flame is less tragic for them then you or I. These ancients turn to volcanic ash once their flame dies and are spread by the harsh winds of the mountains our into the lush jungle world that lay at this mountain lands wake. Refusing them with the earth in new life. It is in no small wonder that these creatures come to life. Those not brought to live by the original flame, A male and a female from the race that have come to know one another in their long lives and seek to kindle new flame, wade out into the blood of the planet and give forth from each a part of their own flame. This fuses to create a new ember kind forged of two originals to make its own unique burn.