Lords of Light
Wrapping in a crescent around a steep hillock of shiny black stone, Torch takes its name from the violet flame that endlessly burns atop this landmark mound. Visible from much of the town, the fire is typically little more than a man-sized bonfire, blazing ever on with no perceptible fuel. Residents claim these flames are hotter than any natural fire and are the only way to smelt some of their lands’ miraculous skymetals. Yet unpredictably, several times a year and always amid a weird thrumming in the earth, the blaze explodes into a furious pillar, burning a heliotrope tract miles into the sky. Lasting seconds or hours, these holocausts leave not even ashes in their wake, scouring the hilltop to a steaming, glassy ruin.