Christopher C. Fontenot
Guildmaster of the Ladies in Waiting
Christopher Cain Fontenot, Guildmaster of the Ladies in Waiting, begins his one-man invasion against the province of Rioginna with an unholy fury. A towering figure with eyes burning like molten embers, he strides across the landscape, a living incarnation of fire and wrath. The air around him ripples with heat; each step he takes chars the earth beneath his feet, leaving blackened footprints that smoke and smolder long after he passes.
The first town, a sleepy hamlet nestled against a forested hillside, never sees him coming. He arrives at dusk, silhouetted against a blood-red sunset, his mere presence causing the temperature to spike and the winds to shift. With a casual flick of his wrist, a torrent of flames erupts from his hand, engulfing the nearest homes in an instant. The thatched roofs ignite with a roar, turning the twilight sky into a hellish orange. The wood crackles and pops, splintering under the intensity of the heat as Fontenot moves deeper into the town, his expression calm and unreadable amidst the chaos.
Panic spreads like wildfire among the townspeople. Mothers scream for their children, dragging them from their beds and into the streets, only to be met with a wall of searing heat that drives them back. The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning wood and flesh. Fontenot moves among them like a force of nature, his body radiating a ferocity that melts iron and turns stone to slag. Those who see him up close swear they can hear a low, rumbling laughter beneath the roar of the flames.
He raises his arms, and the fires leap higher, fueled by an unseen magic that makes them dance and coil like living serpents. His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the crackling blaze: an incantation in a forgotten tongue. The flames respond to his words, growing hotter, more intense, as if driven by a hunger only he can satiate. A pyre of brimstone explodes outward, and with it, the entire marketplace vanishes in a conflagration that shakes the ground for miles around.
Within minutes, the town is reduced to little more than glowing cinders and ash. Only a handful of survivors manage to escape into the surrounding woods, their skin blistered and clothes singed, eyes wide with terror. They speak of a devil in human guise, a figure wrapped in a cloak of flames who walked through their town like a god of destruction. Some claim his face is twisted into a permanent, malevolent grin; others say his eyes burn with the fires of the deepest hells. But all agree on one thing: Christopher Cain Fontenot is not human.
His invasion continues with grim purpose, each town he approaches meeting a fate worse than the last. Fields of crops wither and ignite before he even arrives, animals flee in blind panic, and rivers evaporate into clouds of scalding steam. The skies above Rioginna darken with smoke as Fontenot, the Fire Elemental in human flesh, brings his unrelenting inferno ever closer to the province's heart.
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