FireStorm

This city is a shambles, run by morons and inhabited by people who seem to love being failures. Although I shouldn't be suprised since everyone I've ever met seems willing to settle for being failures. I discovered this while searching for a leg that our feline fuckwit can use. Everyone who seems to have even a slither of intelligence are idiots. A doctor who seems to think that complaining about his problems gets them solved. A goblin who throws saftey away and instead embraces that their works are terrible and will never be good, but with pride like an idiot. Finally a kobold alchemist, who seems to think being incredibly vague about everything is going to work on me. I was raised in The Regencies; people never say what they really mean. It's why I'm so good at reading people. I've identified the tell-tale signs that say "This Half-Elf bitch doesn't belong here, and she should have died among her family." among others.
 
We went to kill the Ant Queen. It was incredibly successful and now I have the ability to harness a strange elemental power which will allow me to do what I seek to do. Although the others that I'm stuck with seem to have a great desire to tell me that I should run from this power. They would though. It seems that they run from a lot, such as massacres. I won't be fleeing from this. I am still a great amount of time away from my desired goal but one day I will see my family again and we will all be together.
 
I almost forgot! I finally got the pearl of power. Bo seems to have a strange belief that we are friends, but if it makes him more inclined to throw his life away on my behalf then I won't complain. Though if he ever tries to assume anything about my family again I'll show him that mild drizzle is not why he should avoid a storm.
 
This strength that I have found is just a representation of the passionate fire in my soul.