<div class="floatright">(http://rusava.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/steveargyle-chandra-notablaze-2010.jpg)(http://www.jasonchanart.com/gallery/2011/chandra.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Victoria Blaze, Lavamancer</strong><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bicurious<br/><strong>Loation:</strong>Funeral<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one in particular<br/><br/>Vicky couldn't fathom what it was like for poor Eldrith. Being a loose firework herself, she had no constant companions to get close to. Most of her close contacts were merchant players or crafting players who bought the bits she brought back from questing. "I'm not sure of what Zach's parting rituals might be. In the long history of Pyromancers, we cremate our departed. We believe that their souls rise with the flame to heaven, and on occasion, return sometimes to strengthen our fires and speak with us." Vicky stood back respectfully, her mind burning in thoughts. Surely it couldn't be just a system malfunction...it wouldn't have killed Zach in real life. And it stemmed from an NPC type attack...someone must be behind it.<br/><br/>She looked around at the congregation at the funeral. Some faces she recognized from the attack. Others were notable personages. All were here out respect or curiosity. But she could feel the chief undercurrent emotion in them all. Fear. Certainly the peasant population was especially subdued. The market, usually bustling with noise and bartering activity. Today the stalls stood silent and unattended. The produce and good laid untouched, the cashiers unopened, with the vendors standing somberly by.<br/><br/>Vicky's thoughts wondered to one of the only friends she kept contact with from the Magical Academies, Ertai Arcanis. Another savant in his own field, his personality was exactly opposite to hers. While Vicky was running rooftops and setting fire to horses' tails for fun during her academic years, Ertai buried himself in the Great Library, absorbing more and more until the magisters above him feared his knowledge. But because of his quiet personality, such fears never rose further than speculation. As such he rose quietly through the ranks until he found himself as chief librarian. Beyond that, Vicky knew that in the real world, he was an IT specialist, and possibly might be able to help look into this tragedy. But until such time that she could contact him, he was just another lead.