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Harken now, ye wanderers bold, of fire’s wrath and fate untold. Through cursed lands, in embered wake, he strode where none would dare to take. A warlock veiled in whispers grim, with void-lit eyes and fire’s hymn, through battle's roar and sorcery’s tide, he walked alone, the flames his guide.

O Ithirion, the fire-born, bound by fate, by whispers torn. Did he fall, or did he rise, to burn anew in distant skies?

The Kolkar fell, the pirates bled, the Barrens burned where he had tread. The Forsaken’s march, the Silverpine’s wail, in darkness deep, he would not pale. His firestone burned, his blade struck true, a storm of flames, a fate askew. The succubus danced, her whispers sweet, yet shadows stirred beneath his feet.

Did ye see him on the hill, where fire clashed with iron will? Did ye hear the silent cry, as Weave-bound fate was rent awry? Some say the fire took him whole, a pyre lit for shattered souls. Others claim a rift was torn, and through it, he was once more born.

O Ithirion, the fire-born, bound by fate, by whispers torn. Did he fall, or did he rise, to burn anew in distant skies?

Should ye wander, far from light, where shadow creeps and stars burn bright, ye may yet hear the fire’s breath, the warlock’s name defying death. So raise your cups, let silence fall, for flame and fate still heed his call. Whether lost or found again, the Forgotten Flame shall ever reign.