Overwhelming victory for B. Seems the Wielder still has his persuasive touch.
The men, after listening to the Wielder, steeled themselves against the nightmare land in front of them. Despite the water shaman's protests it was decided to put the boats to bank and continue on foot. Nobody could tolerate the rotten smell of the river anymore.
It was decided to travel light, carrying only one weapon each (it didn't seem likely to sustain bear or wolf attacks) and as much food as possible without burdening anyone too much.
The Wielder advised the men not to stray far from him. He could keep the air tolerably breathable and the worst of the warmth off, but in a small area around himself. Even the water shaman, who for the first hour walked further away, glancing in rage and grief at the Wielder, slowly crept closer to the bald man until he was by all intents and purposes walking in his shadow.
The group made its way through a carpet of ashes directly towards the smoke-wreathed mountain. The going was slow, like walking through snow. In places the ash was as deep as a man's height and the risk of falling into those pits was very real. In fact, the expedition would have lost several men to this particular danger if not for the warnings of the Wielder who could apparently 'sense' those danger areas and steer everyone away from them.
Days passed, days of misery and tribulations, while the party headed further into the land, crawling closer and closer to the mountain. Then, one morning, while everyone was silently walking, the Wielder suddenly stopped. The party was cresting a small hill, unable to see past its tip. The Wielder raised a hand and ordered everyone to stop: "There is... something... ahead of us. It does not love us. A force of nature, a powerful fire spirit, unleashed and uncontrolled. We are in danger..."
Before he could finish what he was saying, the thing crested the hill. It was living fire, nothing else could describe it. It had a vaguely humanoid form, although taller than a normal man, its whole body made of deep red, writhing flames.
It was walking slowly, purposelessly, until it saw us. Then it roared, and it was like hearing the conflagration of a bonfire suddenly coming to life. Then it charged.
Before anyone could react, it had grabbed one of the scouts in front of the party. The men screamed in pain, his skin crackling and blackening in seconds. Everyone was paralyzed and unable to act at the horrifying scene. In seconds it was over, the thing discarding the charred remains and turning towards another man.
Motion returned to the party: half the men turned tail and ran the opposite directions, while a few soldiers tried to organize themselves and form a fighting front. The Wielder though was the first to react with method. He shouted: "Get back! Running away is useless! This spirit will not tire and will run after each and everyone of you, hunting you down until none are left! We have to fight it! We cannot kill it, but our sacred obsidian weapons will be able to hold it down! Warriors, you need to plant your obsidian spears into its body! It will hold him still, for a time!"
The warriors advanced in a tight formation. The spirit just walked in the middle of them, grabbing one man with each arm and burning them to a crisp, amidst horrible screams. But their deaths bought enough time for other brave souls to bury their spears into the thing's body. As the Wielder said, the thing suddenly stopped, falling to the ground and writhing, roaring, unable to get free.
As soon as everyone saw that, they noticed the spirit would be kept pinned, but only for a time... the spear's hafts were starting to blacken, although slowly, and would turn to ashes in only a few hours time.
The Wielder at this point ordered a strategic retreat. He said: "The thing will stay there for a few hours, enough for us to get out of sight. Afterwards, it will forget about us and keep its aimless wondering across the lands."
The party then retraced its steps backwards until a few miles were walked. The Wielder said: "We'll camp here today. It is as I feared. Those things are the very embodiment of the savage, killing side of Fire – he sighed – with my powers diminished as they are, I can't do much about it... but... if only I still had the Gem..."
A. The Wielder continued: "I will make a request to you, proud warriors. You've seen what the situation is like. Allow me to send a runner back to our settlement, to humbly request that the Gem is bestowed upon me once again. With it, I can bring those spirits peace, even converting them to our side... they would make a powerful, powerful ally..."
B. The water shaman was outraged: "Allies? Those things? I see what you're doing, don't think I don't! You're just using this as an excuse to trick the tribe into giving your powers back! And then you will betray us and follow your agenda once again! Don't think I can't see past your 'humbleness', you monster! You're untrustworthy! We'll head back now, right now, to camp. We'll report what we've seen, what your arrogance has unleashed! Warriors, restrain him!