Having enjoyed a peaceful life up until the Darkening, the yet-to-be-named Scorch of the Keep found himself waking in a musky, damp room with only a glimmer of light peeking through a crack in stone wall. With little suggestion of what to do otherwise, the wall was tapped, slapped, pounded, and punched down over the course of three faints of exhaustion. The wall crumbled upon the third.

A faint feather, seemingly ablaze, glinted afront his bloody, now re-animated arms. A protective barrier protected this light, stone rubble neatly resting against the invisible sphere. With his last surge of energy, a finger penetrated to touch the flame. What was a kindle quickly turned into burning then into a scorch. A body wholly on fire, rose.

Entered by: 0x97a0…5Edf and preserved on chain (see transaction)