Purple Mansion Djinn

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|image=purple_mansion_djinn.jpg
|quality=epic
|type=troop
|attack=125
|defense=125
|ability=Purple Mansion Djinn gains 30 Attack and Defense if Ghodraat is in the active legion; Purple Mansion Djinn gains 1 Attack and Defense for each Purple Mansion Djinn in the active legion; Purple Mansion Djinn gains 1 Attack for each Purple Mansion Warrior in the active legion; Purple Mansion Djinn gains 1 Defense for each Purple Mansion Healer in the active legion; Increases Player's Attack and Defense by 5
|race=Magical Being
|role=Ranged
|attribute=Intellect
|text=24. Days, weeks, months passed in a melange of wine, shame, and perfume. Strange men and women filled Shir and Zahra's days and nights. Some were kind. Others callous. All laid down their gold and took what they wished, while the Purple Mansion's guards grinned and its mistress laughed.
"I heard you roar last night, little lion!"
"Did that orc lioness tame you?"
There were no bars on the windows. The doors were never locked. But beyond the mansion's gardens lay Firaz, where crueler hands waited to seize them, and there was no kindness to be found. Whispers rustled among the silk drapes. Tales of the few who ran, and were brought back by the guards -- who had their fun before dragging them to the Purple Mansion in chains, as their contracts demanded. And of the ones who'd fallen into the clutches of the Purple District's crueler houses, never to be seen again.
There was no escape, save for the hours when Shir and Zahra would lie alone -- their bodies spent, sore, sometimes bruised -- and dream of lives they'd never live.
|obtained= 08/01/14 - ?
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