Warriors of the Purple Mansion

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|quality=epic
|image=legion_1.png
|type=legion
|ability=Purple Steel: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each Purple Mansion Warrior, Purple Mansion Djinn or Purple Mansion Healer in the active legion
|powerbonus=250%, +250% vs Gigantic Raids
|size=50
|generals=10 Generals: 2 Ranged, 2 Melee, 2 Tank, 2 Healer, 2 Special (Role)
|troops=40 Troops: 8 Ranged, 8 Melee, 8 Tank, 8 Healer, 8 Special (Role)
|text=26. It began as play. Whenever the witch, Fairuza, was with Shir -- and now she sought him out every time she came to the Purple Mansion -- she invoked her sorcery. At first he'd yelped and scrambled away, when transparent snakes slithered over her body and nibbled at his skin; when emerald waves crashed around their bed, threatening to drown them both; when the old woman's flesh and face transformed, and he found himself staring into Nadia's keen eyes. But he became accustomed to these arcane amusements. And after that, she started to teach.
Tiny things at first, while they lay side by side, their bodies glistening. How to tap into the power hidden in his core. To merely sense it inside himself, and understand how it ebbed and flowed. Till the day he could conjure it forth, in a miniscule flicker of flame from his fingertip. It only lasted for the barest sliver of a second. But glimpsing it filled Shir's head with new possibilities, and kindled dormant dreams.
Clients sometimes fell in love with Nadia's 'servants'. He'd seen it often enough. Yet Fairuza was no smitten fool, like so many others. As he spoke with Zahra in the gardens, beneath the dawning sun, he wondered what the witch wanted from him. Why she was teaching him. The girl's answer made him fall silent.
"I think she wants a husband and a son, but knows she'll never have either."
|obtained= 08/01/14 - ?
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