The Flame of Prometheus

Overview

From the Strike Force " The Fire and the Flames" given by Mortimer Kal.

Souvenir's Text

The Flame of Prometheus

You can feel the Flame of Prometheus burning within you every time you enter battle, and whenever you finish a fight, you can feel its power smouldering just beneath the surface. You cannot help but reflect upon your daring plan to steal this power and that to achieve it you were ready to brave...

The Fire and the Flames

The Rogue Isles have been awash in chaos ever since the power of the incarnates started to manifest. You wanted a piece of that power pie for yourself, but that nerd in Ouroboros, Ramiel, wouldn't confide in you the great secret. As usual, you were on your own, so you went back to basics and kidnapped someone who could help you, or rather, the loved one of someone who could help you; Fiona Kal.

Pissing off Mortimer Kal was as bold a move as any you've ever undertaken. As a powerful sorcerer within the Midnight Squad, most people would assume that messing with his family meant a grisly and indescribable doom, but you had learned his secret weakness. Fiona was all that Mortimer had left ot hold onto in this world, and threatening that meant you had him by the proverbial crystal balls.

With fiona safely hidden away, you confronted Mortimer with your offer; use his wizardly ways to discover a means of you obtaining incarnate power or Fiona would be sent back to him in pieces too mangeled to be properly resurrected. The wizard buckled like a belt and vowed to do anything to keep his daughter alive. He proved most helpful, and laid out a plan to steal the Flames of Prometheus; a spark of incarnate power in the possession of someone Mortimer assured you was undeserving of it; Positron.

The first step was to sucker punch the Freedom Phalanx right in their magical soft spot; Numina. This would throw the Phalanx off balance and, by using Mortimer Kal's Soul Catcher to imprison her, you would gain access to Positron's Lab, where the Flames of Prometheus were kept. With Numina in your possession the Phalanx would be blind to your sorcerous scheme.

But capturing Numina was only the first part of the plan. You had the key to gaining access Positron's Lab, but the Flames of Prometheus were power beyond what mere mortals could possess and could not simply be picked up and carried off, for they would consume you body and soul. To safely acquire the Flames you would need more magical power, and this time it was in the possession of Paragon City's greatest trafficker in ancient artifacts; David Odysseus Hill. The playboy leader of the Warriors had used his family's shipping empire to squirrel away artifacts from around the globe, and in his possession was an artifact capable of touching the Flames of Prometheus; the Fists of Vulcan. Breaking into Odysseus's warehouse would have been a lot simpler of an affair if the Midnight Squad hadn't guessed at your plan. They sought to ambush you and take you down, but when the smoke cleared you had shown them what for. Your plan, however, did not go unnoticed by the treacherous Darrin Wade, and he warned Odysseus of your plans to rob him. He arrived none-too-pleased. Ultimately, however, even he and his Warriors stood no chance against you and your destiny.

With the Fists of Vulcan in hand and Numina as the key to entering Positron's Lab, everything was going according to plan, until Positron's security systems alerted him to your presence and he crashed the party. Unfortunately for Posi, he let his feelings get in the way. He offered to let you go in exchange for Numina, but with the power of the Flames already in your possession you saw no reason to entertain any demands except your own. You taught Positron a valuable lesson that day, that love is a weakness to be exploited. The prize was the Flames of Prometheus. Unfortunately, the presence of the Flames had a profound effect on the Soul Catcher, and it fractured, allowing Numina to escape and whisk herself and Positron to safety. Additionally, the Fists of Vulcan were consumed, leaving your hands coated in blackened ash. Despite these losses the power of the Flames is yours! You suspect that your next run in with the Freedom Phalanx will be a heated affair.