Flesh turned to stone, four wizards wait - for sacred flame to reverse their fate
Not far from the twisting towers, an unusual formation of dark basalt and white marble emerges from the frozen seas. The Isle of Stone and Fire, where Wizards Wait and adventurers seek their fate.
Lava tubes and caverns riddle the island. Outcroppings of crystalline sacred flame, impervious to all attempts to remove, draw adventurous souls deep into the caves. The dancing flames show visions of the future and scry across time and space. Do not look too long into the fire, anon, lest the flamesickness take you with a terrible contagion. Let not your mortal soul peel away, leaving you a hollow shell, a vessel for the dark flames, consuming all life in your path.
A magnificent temple of granite and marble rises up into a tower visible from the Penguin Capital. It was constructed long ago by those who wait, above a natural rift in the energy fields of the runiverse. Bodies long since turned to stone by the corrupting radiation of the rift, the four wizards wait in spirit to intercept the sacred flame when it is summoned in ritual by another sorcerer elsewhere. A small chance exists that the flame will be stolen by one of the four wizards who wait, perhaps transforming an unfortunate sorcerer somewhere into a jelly donut.
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and other oddities of the Isle of Stone and Fire
Six lenses mounted into a cube carved from a single massive block of marble refract and capture the sacred flame momentarily as it emerges from the rift to travel through the runiverse. A fractal requantification process projects a holographic icosahedral sphere above the lenses, which can theoretically be used as a functionally limitless source of power operating outside the normal stream of magic. The technology to manufacture such massive glass lenses has been lost to time, as have the rituals required to safely control such immense power.
Not all those who succumb to the flamesickness contagion immediately lose their mortal soul. Those who fight the hardest against the darkness imprint their psychic struggle on the very rock of the island, slowly twisting the cliffs into tortured visages. In time even the strongest souls wither in the fire and the rocks resume their normal process of uplift and erosion.
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