Faepact | Mysteries of the Other Realm

 The territory of the Northern Kingdoms is near-bisected by a forest of metal ruin, which separates the Kingdom of Breta from its eastern neighbour and forces travellers to either head southwards, through the Kingdom of Gaunne, or northwards into the storm regions. Occasionally, there are those who attempt to venture through, ignoring the superstitious warnings of the villagefolk who live at the edge. However, such endeavours rarely end in better circumstances than loss or disaster, but with just few enough successes that another might hear the news and dare to try for themselves.
 Yet on this night, two meet in a glade within: an unsuspecting figure and a voice that awaits them.

 "It is rare to see an embodied soul in these parts. What has brought you here, outlander?"

 "Everything... everything has been taken from me... I can't let it end this way, I can't let them take it all..."

 "And your thirst for vengeance, for power, has led you to me. Very well, I can lend you my boon, but such things come at a price I am sure you know."

 "I have nothing left... but when I take it back, my riches and my possessions, you are welcome to-"
 Their words are interrupted by laughter.

 "Hah, I have no need for your tokens. What value would they have, here in the other realm?"

 "The otherrealm? Have I been transported somewhere." They looked back; the path was still clear between the iron-oxide bark of the false trees.

 "It is a metaphor, mostly. You need not understand."

 "Then what can I give?"

 They felt a touch. A searing pain that made them flinch.

 "Gah! What was that?"

 The voice now seemed to come from every direction at once.
 "I have bestowed my mark upon you. Look down."

 Fire blazed in each hand, yet felt cold to the touch. The surroundings were bathed in red.

 "All I ask of your revenge is that you spread my flames when you take it."

 There was no hesitation.
 "I accept."