Welcome To Albion- -v2.00- -flamedancers- -

Once outcasts, now the last line between order and ash. Your palms remember the old hymns of heat. Your feet trace patterns that make the air itself catch fire. Around you, initiates spin with torches chained to their wrists—beginners who still flinch at the kiss of embers. But you? You’ve learned to dance so close to the inferno that it calls you sister, brother, kin.

You step off the rusted airship ramp onto cracked obsidian soil. The sky is a bruised violet, lit from below by the eternal glow of the Flame Canyons. Welcome to version 2.00. The old rules of magic have been rewritten. Welcome to Albion- -v2.00- -Flamedancers-

You are one of the Flamedancers .

Remember: In Albion v2.00, you don’t fight the fire. You become it. Once outcasts, now the last line between order and ash

And you? You were born to burn.

The Wardens of the Still Water say we’re heretics. The Iron Council has placed a bounty on every Flamedancer’s heart. Good. Let them come. Albion v2.00 is not a land of timid magic or gentle borders. It’s a crucible. Around you, initiates spin with torches chained to