As night falls, six red shadows arise. One by one, they start chanting. For those who have left, for those who are forgotten, for those who are broken.
From their strings and drums, flutes and voices, rises a music that is sometimes savage, sometimes melancholy. Their tunes call for the fire that binds people, the fire around which we used tell stories and sing our memories.
Six pyromancers are the beating heart of Flamesaar. Six people and a lyre, a nyckelharpa, a cello, flutes, drums, vocals, and a forgotten world full of stories to remember.