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Alflorence's Boots of Burning

Alforence Chittae was a Mundanae freelance runner-for-hire working out of Alfafanar c18,080.

After a severe bout with depression upon losing his girlfriend, Alflorence decided to take up his old job again: Freelance Running. Unfortunately he had dealt with his depression the only way he knew how: over-eating. Thus Alflorence was no longer the trim, svelte athlete he had been in his pre-Gonsuave Giovelli years.

Instead of taking the long, hard, gruelling, strenuous, time-consuming road to health through exercise and good eating, Alflorence decided to try and win his way back into the Runner's Guild through a little Elemenstation.

With a loan from his mother, Alflorence visited the local Elemenstor section of town. A seedy and hate-filled place, where the wrong look could have you shish-kabob'd by a futon furniliar, or your pants ripped off by a disgruntled dresser.

Singing about his wares with the cant of a gypsie girl and the rough smell of turpentine, Low Elemenstor Rosinquist came round the corner, eyeing Alflorence greedily.

Inquiring about the fee for a quick Elemenstation, and voicing his need to be swift of foot again, Alflorence was quickly lost in Rosinquist's rhetoric concerning diaphenous magicks, rebellious energies, and the instantiation of instants. Alflorence gathered that it was not going to be cheap.

Offering up his best pair of running boots, Alflorence noticed the rubian shard glinting in the moonlight as Rosinquist jammed the piece of sky-gem into the sole of his footwear.

Skeptically placing his over-loaded feet into the boots, Alflorence immediately noticed the wimpy amount of power emanating from the crystal under his heel. He could almost picture what it would feel like to speed through the city at full tilt again, running for money, fame, and respect. The hope on Alflorence's face was palpable.

As he bent over to begin his sprint towards a new, better future, the laces quickly tightened themselves around Alflorence's ankles, and the burning started.

Slowly at first, just a little heat and a little itch, but eventually the searing pain had Alflorence doubled over in agony on the side of the street. Screaming at Rosinquist to undo what he had done, Alflorence rolled hither and thither, kicking his feet at a nearby trough of water.

Knowing when to make an exit, Low Elemenstor Rosinquist flew from the scene with just the speed Alflorence was looking for.

Apparently the shard had imbued the boots with the element of Fire, giving Alflorence neither the speed nor endurance he sought, but instead an Elemenstor version of Athlete's Foot.