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"Torrefy means to scorch or roast something."
Born 2/18/2024
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LORE
Torrefy's arrival heralds a blinding light emanating from the arcana mark above his head, as if the being were to bring an inferno upon the world. Legend has it that he is capable of bringing fire out of the very entrails of the earth, creating raging firestorms that leave the earth scorched and barren empty canvas upon which Tholar can paint his empire.
Legends speak of a land of Ashenreach that once was a thriving kingdom with green valleys and settlements, reduced to naught but desolate wasteland. The reason it fell: Torrefy was ordered by Tholar to make the land a no-man's-land, thus making it serve the purposes of the emperor. The earth started to crack and blacken in the blistering heat of Torrefy; flames were eating away at all that once stood there: trees, buildings and even rivers succumbed to his wrath into smoke and ash. With that, the conquest of Tholar began, and in front was Torrefy, leading the army with crude, brute fire.
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ENCOUNTER
The scent of charred wood fills your nostrils, and you can't help but feel the growing sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. It is said that only the foolish venture into the Ashenreach, for the beast that guards it knows no mercy. Yet here you are, standing on the edge of the wasteland, your heart pounding, every nerve in your body urging you to turn back.
And then, you hear it—a deep, guttural growl that seems to shake the very earth beneath your feet. You turn slowly, and that’s when you see him. Torrefy.
He emerges from behind the skeletal remains of a burnt-out tree, his form massive, his presence commanding. His mane is dark and unruly, hanging down in tangled clumps that almost completely conceal his face, save for his eyes—two glowing embers, fierce and intelligent. Above his head, the symbol shines, a sigil of flame, crackling with energy that dances in the smoke-filled air. His horns curve like those of a demon, and his teeth glint as he lets out another low rumble, almost as if he's warning you.
You feel the ground beneath you begin to warm, tiny cracks forming, glowing red like the earth itself is boiling. Torrefy doesn’t attack immediately—he watches you, almost as if he’s waiting for something. Perhaps a reason not to turn you into ash.
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