Litany of the Hidden Flame

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Fight in the vanguard holding shield, sword ablaze,
fireball while advancing in plate, the foe amaze.
Storm of burning judgement,
both blade and Weave an instrument.

Healing flames lick over allies when present,
not a general, a captain, nor even lieutenant.
Fire: trial, clarity and purification,
strong on tomes, rites and education.

Unseen beneath helm, true face unknown,
 silence a scripture, a fury full-grown.
 Arcane and divine in a single breath,
 a scholar of fire, an instrument of death.

Writing not for praise, nor glory, nor fame,
but to kindle the world in Kossuth’s name.
So mark these words, ye who would withstand:
the flame is both mercy, and judgment at hand.

-Bishop

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I. Before the blade, there was fire. Before the law, there was heat. Before the oath, there was the ash.
The flame always speaks first, and last.

IV. Stone remembers the flame that melted it. Iron remembers the flame that shaped it. Flesh forgets, but the soul does not.
The soul is forever, even as skin turns to smoke.

VIII. When all things are gone, when no crown, no scroll, no name remains, the flame shall still dance.
This is the will of Kossuth: that nothing false survives the heat.

XIV. Beware the false light. Not all that glows is flame. Not all warmth is holy.
There are coals that whisper lies and fires that beg to be worshipped, but devour in silence.
Test every fire as you are tested. Trust only that which scars and leaves you cleaner.

XXV. When the last temple crumbles, when the last prayer is ash, when the last god falls into silence, the flame shall remain.
It asks for no belief. It gives no salvation. It endures.


And those who walked with it shall not be forgotten.


- Deciphered fragments of the Ashen Script - Sealed Chamber Eight, Second Vault, Sanctum of the Red Breath

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Let the flame find you,
let it test through and through.
Let it make you upright,
and leave you without fright.

Nor fire nor flame are cruel,
hate and anger never its fuel.
Merely proves what cannot last,
what should be left behind as ghast.

Speak no idle word in Kossuth’s name,
a voice must burn with purpose and flame.
Strike not for pride nor wrath’s demand,
but for the truth that heat unmanned.

No chains exist in His searing fire,
flame reveals, and shames the liar.
Kindle your soul, let the blaze hold fast,
walk unburned through wind and past.

-Bishop

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It is not summoned. It is not demanded.
It arrives when it is time.
When it craves.
When a shift from destruction to restoration is required.

Fire is not only a force of annihilation.
But also a necessary catalyst for change.
It is like a warden that resets the world.
Creating a blank slate for new creation.

Or a cosmic dawn.
Rebirth will not go quietly.
Trees into magnificent columns of light.
A single spark bring forth a sea of change.

Not through hatred, though it burns.
Not as vengeance, though it consumes.
It will only bring truth. Truth made visible.
Clarity where only lies once stood.

It is not death.
It is discipline.
It is revealing. Not ending.
To begin again. Remedied.

And those who walk backwards stumble into the flames. Let what is ash remain ash.

-Sacred transcript from the early Flamepath Writings

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There is a moment where all things begin,
but there is also a time when they begin to change.
Not always at the end,
sometimes before the end is seen.

Silence kicks in before the storm admits itself,
stillness in the hands before they strike.
A pause in the breath,
before words come forth.

Nothing dies in an instant,
everything declares itself.
If you know how to listen,
if you allow it to educate you.

Never mistake delay for mercy,
or calm for peace.
What waits is always moving,
what whispers one day a roar.

Recognize the ember while it’s still small,
or be undone when it turns into flame.

-Bishop