Ignis gets an idea and concentrates, summoning forth his sorcerous power.
"Follow me, my companionsss, if you wisssh to join me in a gathering of the efreetsss."
Ignis casts Elemental Jaunt, creating a burning ring of fire in the hallway before him. He steps through to the plane of Elemental Fire.
(Any or all the companions are welcome to accompany Ignis on this task.)
The path to the Burning Tower is long and arduous, but the fire-djinn (and anyone else tagging along) is well-protected by the spell effects of planar adaptation.
At the gate of the tower stands an enormous blue efreet. He is one of the "water-touched" as they are often called. The guard seems imposing resting against a brutal great axe. A shining scimitar hangs at his side.
"What do you want?"
"I mussst speak to the Lord Ssscorch," Ignis bids. "There is urgent newsss from The Front. A horde of lichesss are amassssing in the vault of doom and mussst be dealt with, in great hassste!"
The guard raises an eyebrow. "It may well be you speak the truth, but the king is busy. He is away on important errands. You are welcome to wait and meet with Queen Xilla, who is keeping the lord's appointments."
"Yesss, yesss, very well, we will wait for Lord Ssscorch, or meet with his queen, whatever worksss." Ignis rolls his eyes. He hasn't forgotten the many bureaucratic hoops the djinn aristocracy require their subjects to leap though. Usually only to test their subject's patience or perhaps prove their loyalty.
Several hours later, the court is finally opened to Ignis and he is ushered in before the queen. She is one of the king's many wives, as the djinn royalty are known to keep vast harems. Queen Xilla isn't even of fire-blood, appearing to be a genie from some other elemental plane, probably air. She sits beside some giant exotic pet, or perhaps counselor, Ignis isn't sure.
"They tell me you bring news from The Front, Great Champion. How goes the war?"
Ignis quickly relays the story of the battle at the Vault and the ensuing debriefing with the Great Wyrm. "It isss apparent that a hossst of the firefolk must be gathered," the fire sorcerer implores. "Whatever forcssesss that can be amasssed here are welcome to ssstay at my ssstronghold in Sssunnyvale, until the time comesss when we are called to battle."
"It is a great favor you ask, champion," Queen Xilla remarks. She thinks to herself for several minutes. The beast next to her whispers in her ear. "I see that the times have become quite perilous," she says finally. "Great efforts must be made to turn the tide of evil that threatens to engulf the universe. You will have your host, Ignis. In a month's time, a great army of the fire-makers will ride forth from the Brass City. Let it be known that the efreeti will answer the call to help the 1000 worlds in their crisis. The faction of efreeti will bring a burning sensation to the heart of the lords of undeath!"
"Thank you, my queen," Ignis bows low.