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Mauve Flash Night
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It seemed like the best course of action was to refuse the sacrificial Longclaw survivor - at least for now. Perhaps at a later date I could request willing sacrifices, and perhaps try to convert this prisoner and future others to devotion of me under threat of firey doom.
But that also left me with the problem of communicating my wishes to my followers. As had already become clear, I was limited thus far to to reliable forms of communication - crude manifestations of fire and speaking to my prophet via dreams. I could not simply manifest some chains to indicate I wished the Longclaw restrained at my temple, nor could I think of a way to simply speak to them in out loud in regards to my wishes.
As such, I worked with what I had. The Fount had explained to me that all divine entities could alter their perception of time, and now that I knew about this, I could consciously utilize it with little effort. As they kicked the prisoner onto the flames, chanting praise, sped up my perception of time until the scene seemed to grind to a half, time all but stopped. Then I stretched out my influence and snuffed out the fire I had created.
As I brought my temporal perception back to 'normal' time, the Longclaw hit the ground in the flame basin, only to fine the flame underneath him had dissipated, leaving only a swirl of flame that swirled upwards and burst into sparks. This flair seemed to me to be sufficient to get my point across that the flame going out had been intentional.
But my followers became confused.
"The flames have gone out..."
"Have we displeased the fire spirit?"
"Why has it rejected us?"
"Perhaps... the sacrifice was too small?"
"The fire spirit must want more! Perhaps one of us?!"
"Yes! Speak to us, fire spirit, which of our bodies do you desire on the pyre?"
"Uhm... I'm not sure I want to jump in a fire?"
"Do you prefer the flame spirit curses us all for displeasing it?!"
Bother. At least they are eager, but perhaps a little too much. I needed to communicate the lack of desire for immediate sacrifice before they all killing themselves or each other in a grim parody of my old followers. The longclaw began to look around, surprised he was not dead yet, and going on the previous idea of restraining him, I cast a ring of flames around the sacrificial basin, blocking anything from entering or leaving. I made sure that it was far enough away from the prisoner to not burn them, but made it has hot as I could otherwise to make it clear no one was allowed to pass. With five enthusiastic followers, conjuring the flames was slightly easier, but still a bit of a strain, and I did not think I could hold it up and this hot for more than a few seconds.
But it got the point across, and even as the flames cooled down from searing to merely hot, my followers backed off, shouting in alarm.
"I don't understand! Why is it angry?"
"Does it not want our offering?"
"Perhaps.. it wants all of us to leap into the flames?"
"Maybe.. I believe it is trying to communicate it's displeasure somehow with with the sacrifice somehow."
"Is it protecting the Longclaw? Have we lost its favor?"
"Uh, I vote that it doesn't want any of us to jump in!"
"This isn't a vote, fool! We must find out what we have done wrong and make amends!"
"H-hey, just throwing this out there, maybe your flame spirit doesn't want to eat me and you should let me go?"
"Silence, prisoner! You have no say in the decisions of the mighty flame spirit!"
The display was just making them more confused, along with the Longclaw himself. I struggled to think of a way to convey my wishes with simple flame manifestations. I did not think I had quite the fine control to actually make flaming letters appear in the air, since just the circle was requiring a lot of focus to maintain, but there had to be something I could do...
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