Mirael

As a young girl, Mirael loved sitting alone outside the village with the little castles and forts she'd carefully construct from twigs. Sometimes, she'd spend a whole day putting together a miniature village with its own manors, guildhalls, and inns. There was nothing more fun, after all, than watching it all burn down. The leaping tongues of orange and yellow called to her, and from the first time she saw a pyromancer, juggling smoking embers for an appreciative crowd, she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. Fire is an aggressive and fickle medium, and pyromancy is accordingly a c...