Tarsa: The Flamebearer's Reckoning

It would seem like the fire had chosen her, the villagers believed it would was folktale but she was right in front of them. This hot-blooded lady seems she have fire coursing through her veins.

Tarsa's control over fire was impeccable, coupled with her quick temper which made her spells stronger. Her parents and elders were patient will all the powers she had been gifted with, but the hot-blooded lady couldn't care less about patience and bullied her way out of her peers.

With looks akin to a figure from an angel's dream, she used it to deceive and manipulate her way around everyone around her.

She faced challenges headfirst with “Tarsa always gets what Tarsa wants”, the resilience in her makes her never back down.

Tarsa always wished for freedom, she wanted to have free control of her abilities without any restrictions. She finally had that opportunity with the arrival of the Chaos Legion, she knew that once a path was laid out by the Chaos Legion, she would leave ashes with her passing.

Into an eerie night, Tasar's voice echoed under the collective gaze of the stars above, the flames beckoned to her call and danced around her. Looking from afar it would seem she was engulfed in a raging firestorm.

Her free will got her to a land owned by Barbarians, she moved and did what she willed, she hunted what she wanted and used resources how she saw fit, this wasn't welcomed by the Barbarians, but she never listened to their bickering as she was stronger than all of them combined.

She decided to teach them a lesson, and with the graceful flip of her wrist, the fire moved from the torrent around and sent the warriors flying, with this, she scoffed, smiled and laughed to the heart's content.

Tarsa glared at them “Well, come on!” her voice boomed. “Let's see if any of you are strong enough for Tarsa!”

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