Fuzan
Drops
| Item | Quantity | Rarity |
|---|---|---|
 Fuzan's Head | 1 | Always |
Journal
Youngest of Kuldra's brood, Fuzan grew up spoilt and childish. Where other dragons sought strategy, family, or some loftier goal, Fuzan only cared about the next dopamine hit brought on by mindless destruction. We've all seen kids like that.
As he grew older, he began to seek experience in more dangerous places. He picked fights with other dragons. Bullied the monsters roaming the lands. he brought chaos everywhere he went, in hopes that it might mildly alleviate some of his boredom.
In the heart of a volcano, as he gazed into the purest fires, he found something other than amusement to cling onto.
he found faith.
Faith in a being not of this world: born of celestial fire so bright that it made Fuzan's own mighty flames seem like a mere candlelight in comparison. This being spoke through flames. In her words, were flickering embers. Her laughter the cackle of flames. Her platitudes swirled in the air, carried aloft by ashes.
She claimed to be a god, and she promised him that Fuzan would burn hotter, shine brighter, and ignite the world under his own light - rather then spend his life in his mother's shadow. It was an offer too enticing to refuse.
Under her Tutelage, Fuzan learned to better wield his own flames and the flames of others. He seized control of the gentle KotHaar and he began marking the garou, igniting their souls as kindling and taking their strength for his own.
It is better that he is dead. For everyone's sake.
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