[quote=Vortex]
Haedorman had always been appreciateive of fine music and poems none of which mortals made as mortals had the odd knack for macking a aweful racket when trying to impress a mate "Bed them and leave" was Haedormans only advice on the subject. This old man, well past his expiration date, however was different Haedorman could sense it amd even if he wasnt Haedorman was curious as to what was on the scroll, of course he could just use his "third eye" and take a look but that would take the fun out of it. Haedorman slowly moved of the lounge and departed to the temple.A burst of fire of all colours and yet none came from the pit as a fat man appeared in the flames, as Haedorman kept his true appearance for only when he was at home. "You! Elder, what is it you seek in this life? Would you like to last a eternity? Or maybe you want a clean death to end your suffering?"
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The amazement of the flamboyant entrances soon faded when the fat man started to speak. 
“Great spirits, a clean death!? Eternity!? No, no of course not! I love living and life, I wouldn’t want it to end. But I wouldn’t want it to never end either…”

Baffled, Jormen took a few steps back. His face, wrinkled and tanned, became notable pale. This was not the reaction he planned for. 
“I humbly requested inspiration, to entertain and amaze. To bring joy into the lives of others. If that is what you can, and want, to grant me, then my song is yours. Bit what you offer now is terrifying!”

 [quote=LordMarwain]
Tavon stood among the men in circle and watched this old man called Jormen. The man was a bit to loud for his taste, but it was a man of skill and it called for wonder. "This might be amusing," he tought while smiling. In the pyre, close to the old man called Jormen a rose started to grow. It did not seem to be harmed by the flames. It grew till it was clearly visible. First the color of the petals were only red, but then started to take colors from the fire. Each of the petals changed to a different color presented in the fire. "The bard should be able to figure out who made it. Let's see what he does with it."
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Only then, Jormen started to notice the rose blooming in front of him. It had a beautiful red and yellow color, lake a frozen flame. Jormen caressed it, intrigued by it. Then he realized the situation he was in and returned his attention to the fat man, and the pyre. 

“Is this your work? It is truly beautiful, but to delicate for someone like you. Is someone else watching me? Does someone else also want my prize?”

Jormen smiled, whilst he continued. He looked past the fat man into the pyre. “Is it you, Manas, who gifts me this amazement? Or maybe you, Tavon, gardener and keeper of the green? Quintis the daydreamer might have made it too, but it is to plantlike to fit him…” 

Confidence radiated from the old, frail main, given strength by the idea of multiple gods claiming his song. Jormen returned is attention to the fat man. “…and you, what can I call you?”