'transmuted flame' 'order of the transmuted flame'

Little is known of the Order of the Transmuted Flame, save for fragments of records recovered from the libraries of Palanthas and the testimonies of sailors who speak of strange fire seen far out at sea. The Order was a small sect of Sirrion's faithful: alchemists, clerics, and philosophers devoted to the idea that all creation must be unmade before it can be perfected. To them, fire was not destruction but revelation: the divine instrument through which impurity is burned away, leaving truth bare and brilliant. It is said they sought to glimpse the source of Sirrion's flame itself. Their experiments grew bolder with each success, until they petitioned the Flame for greater inspiration - and He answered. Witnesses claimed a light brighter than any forge split their hall, followed by an explosion that tore the fabric of the world. From that wound, creatures of shadow and chaos poured forth, howling through smoke and molten stone. Most would have fled or despaired. The Order did neither. Convinced they had touched the edge of true creation, they rebuilt amid the ruin, more zealous than before. They forged a permanent portal into that rift, believing it to be Sirrion's ultimate crucible - a place where mortal and divine fire meet. One by one, they passed through, vowing to return only when wholly remade. None ever did. Rumors persist of a remote volcanic island where their sanctum still burns, its halls tended by echoes of those who crossed the flame. Some claim a few daring pirates know the way, trading gold for silence. Whether the Order found divinity or only oblivion beyond their portal remains a matter of faith - or folly.