First Flame Roast
Miracle Meal
...Now you're just making things up.During the early years of the Wandering Flame's Church, legends speak of an attempt to cook something upon it. A small piece of meat, granted a divine gift to those that ate from it.
The Legend
The Story
The story goes that back during the early days the First Flame, before the church was built around it, a few settlers needed a fire to cook their food upon. With the everburning nature of the meteorite, it seemed like the most ideal place to cook something upon. So they did just that. So they prepared a piece of meat upon the meteorite's surface, catching the attention of Fasma with it. Eager to pull a small prank, the Celestial infused the meat with a divine gift. The moment they took a bite from it, their mind opened briefly to the Celestial Realm in all its glory, making the mere taste overwhelming for anyone who ate it. As quickly as it came, it also vanished, leaving them only with a mere glimpse into the world beyond. Legend even says that Fasma greeted the soul to tease them, just to make the experience more mind-boggling.Legacy
The legend is put in question whether it truly happened or not, with even Fasma herself being dubious about the details. Though it also created a problem of people wanting to test it yet again, leading to challenges to see who can infiltrate the church and roast a piece upon the first flame. Multiple attempts have been made throughout the generations, often insignificant folk too eager to try it or challenged by friends to do it for them. Most guided back out the door, a few spending some jailtime for their efforts. The legend also gave into a tradition to use a local shrine's flame to start a festival fire, though without any particular gifts. Rumours do say that Fasma does impart some minor blessings in the food cooked this way, often moment of clarity and inspiration granted to those who eat it.
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The First Flame Roast sounds like the kind of tradition cooked up by a high priest who hit the incense too hard and thought barbecuing souls was a shortcut to enlightenment. You show up thinking it is some heartfelt cultural thing, and next thing you know you are watching grandma slow roast while the choir sings about destiny. This is not a holy rite, it is a war crime wrapped in a folk tale. Somewhere out there, a poor bastard offered a goat, got firebombed instead, and the elders called it character building. I do not know whether to pray or bring a fire extinguisher.