Villager: Fire Lotus
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Villager Info
ID: #405461
Name: Fire Lotus
Gender: Agender
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 4 years, 8 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: Talonclaw
Species: Fox
Color: Red
Costume: Yokai
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (199/250)
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About
An odd Kitsune of unknown origins, it is rumored Fire Lotus was uplifted from the ranks of common pet kitsunes. A mighty warrior-in-training, Fire Lotus gardens when not fighting or training.
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Fire Lotus was once a master juggler, knife thrower, and fire eater, and was the star attraction at the Five Village Circus. After the circus' collapse, Fire Lotus left on a journey of self-discovery.
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Frostwing was frozen rigid in sheer terror, sword a feather's breadth away from his throat. The dapperly dressed golden horse was as elegant as he was terrifying as he stood with sword in hoof (how, Frostwing couldn't tell).
"I'll be taking the smartest one you've got. Give it here, or you die!"
"They're not for sale. Eleven generations, bred for intelligence. These ones are on the very cusp of sentience. You'll get none of my children as long as I still stand!" Frostwing spat defiantly.
"So be it." Snarled the horse before finishing the job.
Grabbing the young Foxfire Kitsune, the gold horse cleaned his blade on the fur of his captive. Turning to leave, he spat on the feathered corpse, then left the way he came, Kitsune in tow.
Unseen by both of them, a concealed egg, hidden in the saurian's wings, hatched. Frostwing shook the eggshell off his head, then crawled off to his own nest elsewhere, with a sigh of dismay. He'd have to deal with the body later, maybe after he'd regained some of his former size.
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A cloaked vulpine figure ascended the worn stone steps, biting wind whirling from every angle as the storm seemed to worsen. Only upon reaching the summit did the winds calm and the sky clear. The lone weapon smith sat atop a stone, worn smooth over the many years. She looked up to face her visitor, and spoke in a shrill voice.
"You have traveled far to obtain a weapon from me, young one."
"I seek only the mightiest of blades you can forge, a sword fit for royalty."
"Very well. Bring me a mighty sword of your people, and I can begin. But be warned... A blade such as this comes at great cost. Sacrifice must be made."
"I understand the costs. And the risks."
"Good. Go now, fetch the required materials, and you will be richly rewarded."
With a bow, the vulpine figure departed from the mountaintop, and the winds picked up once more.
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Fire Lotus was once a master juggler, knife thrower, and fire eater, and was the star attraction at the Five Village Circus. After the circus' collapse, Fire Lotus left on a journey of self-discovery.
------
Frostwing was frozen rigid in sheer terror, sword a feather's breadth away from his throat. The dapperly dressed golden horse was as elegant as he was terrifying as he stood with sword in hoof (how, Frostwing couldn't tell).
"I'll be taking the smartest one you've got. Give it here, or you die!"
"They're not for sale. Eleven generations, bred for intelligence. These ones are on the very cusp of sentience. You'll get none of my children as long as I still stand!" Frostwing spat defiantly.
"So be it." Snarled the horse before finishing the job.
Grabbing the young Foxfire Kitsune, the gold horse cleaned his blade on the fur of his captive. Turning to leave, he spat on the feathered corpse, then left the way he came, Kitsune in tow.
Unseen by both of them, a concealed egg, hidden in the saurian's wings, hatched. Frostwing shook the eggshell off his head, then crawled off to his own nest elsewhere, with a sigh of dismay. He'd have to deal with the body later, maybe after he'd regained some of his former size.
------
A cloaked vulpine figure ascended the worn stone steps, biting wind whirling from every angle as the storm seemed to worsen. Only upon reaching the summit did the winds calm and the sky clear. The lone weapon smith sat atop a stone, worn smooth over the many years. She looked up to face her visitor, and spoke in a shrill voice.
"You have traveled far to obtain a weapon from me, young one."
"I seek only the mightiest of blades you can forge, a sword fit for royalty."
"Very well. Bring me a mighty sword of your people, and I can begin. But be warned... A blade such as this comes at great cost. Sacrifice must be made."
"I understand the costs. And the risks."
"Good. Go now, fetch the required materials, and you will be richly rewarded."
With a bow, the vulpine figure departed from the mountaintop, and the winds picked up once more.
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