|Red Fire-Fashioned Axe||250||330||333||60||Yolanda's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Red Fire-Fashioned item equipped; Increases Energy by 40, Stamina by 20||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Sword||250||330||333||60||Yolanda's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Red Fire-Fashioned item equipped; Increases Energy by 40, Stamina by 20||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Helm||250||330||333||60||Yolanda's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Red Fire-Fashioned item equipped; Increases Energy by 40, Stamina by 20||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Cuirass||250||330||333||60||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Gauntlets||250||330||333||60||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Legplates||250||330||333||60||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Boots||250||330||333||60||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Ring||250||330||333||60||Current Expeditions|
|Red Fire-Fashioned Steed||335||440||445||80||Red Rider: Chance for bonus damage; Increases Energy by 36, Stamina by 14; +2 additional Energy and Stamina for each additional Red Fire-Fashioned item owned||Current Expeditions|
|Yolanda||325||500||450||Fire Sculptress: Chance for bonus damage; Yolanda's Attack increases by 10 and Defense by 20 for each unique piece of Red Fire-Fashioned equipment owned; Increases Energy and Stamina||Current Expeditions|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3105|
|Duel Power: 2320|
|I. "I'm going to wear a gown woven from gold, studded with rubies," Vana said.
A little cluster of young women surrounded her, as always. They simpered. Praise gushed from them in such a torrent that it might have swept the imperious student away.
"Oh, how marvelous!"
"You'll look divine!"
"Even Rassys will be jealous!"
"The prince won't look at anyone else!"
|II. Yolanda did her best to ignore their babble and continue with her exercises, but it was impossible. Their insipid chatter pierced her brain like a dozen frilly spikes. She thought of getting off her bed, crossing the dormitory, and heading to one of the school's study rooms. But she couldn't. Because that would draw attention. If she just stayed in the corner, they wouldn't-
"Yolanda!" Vana said.
"What will you be wearing to the ball?"
|III. Twelve faces stared at her from across the room. Eleven held mere curiosity or disinterest. But they glanced at Vana, took their cue, and renewed the stare with haughtiness and disdain. It was like watching a play where only one actress had bothered to learn the lines.
"The blue dress I wear to chapel," Yolanda said.
Vana laughed first. The others followed with laudable swiftness. They're getting better at this, Yolanda mused.
"That old thing?" Vana said. "The mistresses won't let you appear before the prince like that!"
|IV. The fates seemed to be tempting Yolanda. Why else would they have inflicted Vana on her, at the very moment she was reading a book on pyromancy? The urge to shut the giggling girls up with a fireball was almost overwhelming. But her parents had told her to be polite to the school's well-bred denizens. And immolating them would probably cost Yolanda her neck, let alone her scholarship. So she took a deep breath and answered with as much nonchalance as she could muster.
"It's the only formal dress I have. I don't suppose the mistresses would want me to attend the ball in my undergarments."
"Darling," Vana said, "you don't have the figure for that."
Yolanda left the dormitory. A volley of laughs and jibes followed her.
|V. Elemental manipulation. Yes, Yolanda was certain. At the end of the year the girls would each have to choose their specialty, the form of magic they'd study with intensive tutelage from the school's greatest experts. And fantasies about fireballing Vana aside, her passion was bending and shaping the elements like a sculptress with her clay. The thought of building constructs of pure fire or water, air or earth, delighted her. Sometimes she even dreamed about creating a legion of elemental golems and having them perform intricate dance routines on stage. Though that may have been the result of too much cheese before bedtime...
She paged through the grimoire, writing notes on a piece of parchment. The elemental manipulation teacher was one of the strictest, most demanding mistresses in the school. Yolanda would have to study and practice hard if she wanted to impress her.
"Yolanda! There you are!"
Vana strode into the room. Yolanda groaned.
|VI. Something was different about her. It took Yolanda a moment to realize what it was. Vana was alone, devoid of her gaggle of companions for perhaps the first time since she'd known her. Yolanda had envisioned the girl's friends and sycophants following her everywhere, perhaps even cheering her on in the privy. Furthermore, she wasn't looking at Yolanda as if the less affluent student was a grimy street urchin who might steal the silverware at any moment. She had something under her arm.
"I'd like to apologize," Vana said.
"Oh..." It was several seconds before Yolanda took that in. "Oh!"
If Vana had said the school was under attack from purple elephants, Yolanda would have been less taken aback.
|VII. "I know I'd feel terribly embarrassed in your position," Vana said. "Your first ball, and before the prince and princess! If my father wasn't so extremely wealthy..."
Yolanda stared. Vana coughed.
"I mean to say... Please accept this as a token of my apology."
She took the package from under her arm, laid it on the table -- atop the spellbooks and parchments, nearly upsetting the inkwell. Yolanda was about to protest. But then Vana opened it, and revealed a gorgeous expanse of emerald silk.
"Green will suit your complexion much better, I assure you."
|VIII. "You're lending me a dress," Yolanda said. It wasn't a question, so much as a statement of the impossible.
"No. I'm giving you a dress. I have a lot of dresses, and I never wear this one anymore."
That was true, at least. Yolanda had never seen Vana wearing this. She would have remembered. It was magnificent...
"Because every girl should feel beautiful at a ball."
"You're welcome," Vana said. She even looked gracious in her magnanimity, with only the vaguest hint of unconscious condescension.
Yolanda was still groping for words of thanks or incredulity when Vana left the room, leaving her alone with the sumptuous gown.
She muttered a cantrip that cleansed the ink from her fingers. Then she stood up and lifted the dress. It felt... She didn't know how to describe it. But the soft, smooth elegance was better than anything she'd ever felt.
That night she wore it and gazed at her reflection in a long mirror. She almost wept. It was marvelous.