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Simbar Simbar Simbar, ever the middle child, was not as loyal and capable a tool as Samarda, nor the gibbering wreck of a man that Naram turned into.
You had made him develop an obsession with fire, something he had begun to do in obsessive amounts. After the fell bats cut open his face and body, his mental health had taken an even further decline.
As soon as he had regained consciousness, he had cauterised his wound with fire, which had left even deeper scars on his already mutilated body. The smell of burning flesh began to soothe him, a twisted comfort in the midst of his half-madness.
It was an opening you could easily step into to help him along his path. If Samarda was your bearer and Nafiri your tongue, then perhaps there might be a role for Simbar as well.
As night fell over the camp, which had stopped by a small lake in the arid hills, you entered his dreams once more, lighting up your shadowy form in the guise of a fire spirit.
Simbar's mindscape was one of fire and brimstone; all around him stood the half-burnt or molten faces of himself and his family members. Naram's face had its mouth open, screaming in agony as he melted. Samarda's face was one of gold, shimmering in the flicking flames as this rendition of her coldly watched Simbar plough his way through the flames.
Simbar struggled and trudged on until he fell, and being licked by the flames, he crawled up in a foetal position and quietly sobbed to himself.
<span class="mu-r"> Weakness, in its most base form. Disgusting. </span>
You flew over to him, making the flames dissipate as you raised him up by his neck.
<span class="mu-i"> <span class="mu-r"> "You pathetic insect, had I not told thee that thou shalt forsake weakness, and now you wallow in it?! Filth, you are unworthy of my gifts; I should burn you to a cinder and sow thy ashes upon the fields! "</span> You furiously bellowed in a fiery but heavy voice that reverberated over the landscape.
''Please, my lord, please, I am sorry; it is just that my brother has be-'' Simbar whimpered, tears streaming down his face as he begged for forgiveness. You scoffed at his pitiful display, which made him shut up.
<span class="mu-r"> "Dost thou think I care about thy siblings? No, you wish to be strong but remain weak. Your brother failed in this pursuit and paid the price for the weakness of his mind; your sister, on the other hand, has grown contemptuous of thy frailty.'' </span></span>
