Magic of the Purple Mansion

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|image=legion_1.png
|type=legion
|ability=Purple Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each Intellect troop in the active legion
|powerbonus=270%
|size=60
|generals=10 Generals: 10 Intellect
|troops=50 Troops: 50 Intellect
|text=27. Six years after Shir arrived at the Purple Mansion, Fairuza kissed him and bade him farewell. He'd said nothing. Revealed no part of the plans that he and Zahra had devised long into the morning. Yet somehow she understood.
"I wish you all the luck of heaven and hell," she said. "Yet I can't stay and see what will happen. What will become of you, the girl, and this place where I've spent so many nights."
And Shir breathed a sigh. Because he didn't wish her to see it either. For a distant memory haunted his dreams, more and more often as the days passed and the hour drew nearer. Red hands. A leer slipping from a face as blood drained from a wound. Once he'd run from it. Now he ran towards it.
That night he and Zahra waited till the last of the clients were gone. Lovemaking meant nothing to them. In the Purple Mansion, such passions were no different from a merchant's goods. But they held one another, whispered their hearts, and made ready.
|obtained= 08/01/14 - ?
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