Phoenix

by Bill Tiepelman

Ember Trickster

Deep in the heart of the Enchanted Wilds, nestled between trees older than time itself, sat a very peculiar phoenix. His name was Ember, and unlike his noble, majestic ancestors—who soared through the heavens, bursting into flames in poetic displays of rebirth—Ember was... well, different. For one, he was a bit of a smartass. While other phoenixes spent their days philosophizing about the cycle of life and death, Ember spent his setting things on fire for comedic effect. Not major things, mind you—just enough to keep things interesting. A wizard’s beard here, a bard’s lute there. Nothing that couldn’t be regrown, replaced, or doused with a well-placed bucket of water. The Log of Legends Today, Ember was lounging on what he liked to call the “Log of Legends,” a fallen tree that had absolutely zero legendary qualities aside from the fact that it was remarkably comfortable. His golden-orange feathers shimmered in the dappled sunlight, and his large talons—larger than necessary, really—were casually propped up on the log, their sharp tips gleaming. One was raised in a lazy peace sign, because why not? “M’lady,” he said with a dramatic wink at a passing squirrel. The squirrel, unimpressed, flicked its tail and continued its hunt for non-flammable food. Ember sighed. “No one appreciates showmanship anymore.” The Bard Incident Now, the local townsfolk were well aware of Ember’s antics. Most of them tolerated him the way one tolerates a mischievous nephew—rolling their eyes but secretly enjoying the chaos. That was until the Bard Incident. It had started innocently enough. Ember had perched himself on the rafters of The Drunken Satyr tavern, listening to a particularly pompous bard named Oswald the Unceasing regale the crowd with a painfully long ballad about his own greatness. “And lo, the people did cry—‘Oswald, Oswald, you are truly the—’” FOOM. His lute burst into flames. There was a long silence. Then, pure chaos. Oswald flailed, flinging the flaming instrument across the room. A burly dwarf, assuming this was some sort of elaborate tavern brawl, upended a table. A rogue took the opportunity to swipe some unattended coin purses. A gnome started laughing so hard she fell off her stool. Ember, watching all this unfold from his rafter perch, let out a satisfied chuckle. “Now that was entertainment.” The Town Council’s Response Following the Bard Incident, the town council convened an emergency meeting to discuss what they referred to as the “Phoenix Menace.” “He’s a fire hazard!” huffed the innkeeper, whose beard was still singed on one side. “He’s a nuisance!” barked the town’s most serious blacksmith, who had once walked out to find Ember casually roasting marshmallows in his forge. “He’s hilarious,” murmured a half-elf who quickly shushed herself when she noticed the glares. Ultimately, they decided on a diplomatic approach. That approach involved sending Gretchen, the town’s designated “Weird Creature Whisperer,” to have a word with Ember. The Intervention Gretchen found him exactly where everyone expected—lounging on his log, basking in his own glory. “Ember,” she began, hands on her hips, “you need to stop setting things on fire.” Ember tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Define ‘need.’” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “The town is fed up. They’ve threatened to—” she hesitated, lowering her voice, “get the wizard involved.” Ember’s feathers ruffled. “Old Man Throgmorton?” “Old Man Throgmorton,” she confirmed. Now, Ember could handle pitchfork-waving villagers and sternly worded decrees. But Throgmorton? That guy once turned a banshee into a house cat just because it annoyed him. Ember shuddered. “Fine, fine,” he relented. “I shall... limit my fire-based pranks.” Gretchen raised an eyebrow. “Limit?” “Yes,” he said with a sly smile. “Limit.” The Flaming Conclusion And so, Ember turned over a new (slightly charred) leaf. He found other ways to entertain himself—stealing hats, mimicking townsfolk voices at inopportune times, mysteriously appearing in important council meetings wearing a tiny monocle. Did he still occasionally light things on fire? Yes. But only small things. And only when it was really funny. And thus, the legend of Ember Trickster lived on—not as a fearsome firebird, not as a grand symbol of rebirth, but as the one creature in town who could make even the grumpiest wizard crack a smile. Well… until the Dragon Ale Festival Incident. But that’s another story.     Take Ember Trickster Home Love Ember’s fiery antics? Bring the mischievous phoenix into your own space with beautifully crafted **Ember Trickster** merchandise! 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by Bill Tiepelman

Rise of the Solar Phoenix

The world had forgotten the old ways. It had grown complacent beneath the artificial glow of its own creations, blind to the ancient cycles that governed existence. Empires had risen and fallen, but in their arrogance, the rulers of this age believed they would be the last. They built citadels of steel and glass, reaching toward the heavens, as if daring the cosmos to take notice. And the cosmos did. It began as a murmur—a tremor in the fabric of reality that only the oldest souls could sense. The sky, once an infinite vault of stars, grew restless. A shadow bled across the moon, swallowing its light, rendering the heavens a void deeper than night. The air grew thick with the scent of something ancient, something primal. The winds carried whispers from forgotten tongues, their syllables curling through the ruins of long-dead civilizations. Then, the first ember appeared. The Birth of the Inferno High above the desolate ocean, a spark flickered, impossibly small against the vastness of the sky. It pulsed, a rhythmic heartbeat against the silence, growing brighter with each passing moment. The clouds curled inward, drawn by its presence, dark tendrils of smoke swirling in chaotic formation. The ember swelled, expanding into a crackling orb of light. The heavens trembled as fire and shadow entwined, birthing something that had not graced this world in centuries. A single cry shattered the stillness—an unearthly sound that reverberated through bone and blood, echoing across continents. Then, with a blinding flash, the sky ignited. Wings of molten gold tore through the veil of night, unfurling in an explosion of fire and light. A shape emerged from the inferno, terrible and magnificent—feathers wreathed in celestial flame, armor adorned with the ruins of forgotten ages. The Solar Phoenix had returned. The Awakening In the depths of the ruined city of Ish’kar, the last of the Seers knelt before an altar carved from obsidian and bone. Their eyes, clouded with age and prophecy, widened as the vision unfolded before them. The Phoenix was not merely a creature—it was a force, a harbinger, a necessary cataclysm. "It is as the stones foretold," one of them whispered, voice barely audible over the rising winds. "The cycle has come full circle." From the highest tower, the remnants of humanity watched in silence. Their weapons, forged with the arrogance of technological supremacy, were useless against this celestial being. No steel, no war-machine, no scientific marvel could withstand what was to come. They had long since severed their ties to the ancient laws of balance, and now, balance would be restored by fire. The Phoenix spread its wings wide, the very air warping in response. With a single, mighty beat, it sent waves of fire cascading toward the earth, an inferno that swallowed the remnants of mankind’s greatest achievements. Towers crumbled, rivers evaporated, and the very land itself cracked open, spewing molten veins into the ruined streets. Between Destruction and Rebirth Yet, amidst the destruction, there was no malice. The Phoenix did not punish—it cleansed. In the wake of its flames, the ground did not wither but thrived. From the ashes of old structures, something new began to stir. Strange, iridescent vines slithered through the cracks of fallen monuments, curling around shattered statues and broken weapons. The land, long poisoned by war and greed, was healing. Deep within the heart of the inferno, the Phoenix’s eyes burned with cosmic wisdom. It had seen this cycle play out across countless worlds, countless civilizations. To resist change was to invite ruin. To embrace destruction was to invite rebirth. Visions of the Eternal Time ceased to hold meaning in the presence of the Solar Phoenix. The last of the Seers, those who had prepared for this moment, knelt in reverence before the creature, their spirits unshaken. As the flames danced around them, they saw visions—glimpses of what was to come. They saw the rebirth of the oceans, the return of lost rivers flowing with liquid silver. They saw forests of crystalline trees rising where once stood towers of glass and steel. They saw a people, unlike any who had walked this world before—beings born from fire and stardust, luminous and eternal. But they also saw the next fall. The next arrogance. The next age of forgetting. The Phoenix did not linger. It never did. Its purpose was fulfilled, its duty to the cosmic order complete. The Ascent As the first light of the new dawn kissed the horizon, the Phoenix turned its gaze skyward. The fire surrounding it flared, burning brighter than any star, until its form was indistinguishable from the sun itself. With a final, piercing cry, it ascended, leaving behind a world forever changed. For now. But one day, when the cycle reached its end again, when hubris eclipsed wisdom, and the land once more grew stagnant beneath the weight of its own excess—the Phoenix would rise again.     🔥 Bring the Legend Home 🔥 Experience the mesmerizing power of the Solar Phoenix with stunning, high-quality products featuring this breathtaking artwork. 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