Fai

For too long, Fai witnessed the suffering of the Volcai. He heard the lash of whips against prostrate backs. He felt the ache in his belly from days without food. He smelled the sickly sweetness of smoldering corpses.

The first man he killed was a young soldier, one of many guarding a caravan laden with silk bound for the Royal Court of Ashvahan. To the raid leader, Eun, he proved himself to be the fastest and fiercest ninja on the field of battle. And once the silk was sold to the Merchants of the Red Deserts, that single raid saved Fai’s village from starvation.

Guided by his mother’s wisdom, Fai brings bloody justice to the selfish and the cruel. He strikes with the blistering speed of the phoenix and burns his cause into the hearts of friend and foe alike. A cause that will see Volcai and Dracai stand together instead of tearing each other apart.

Phoenix Rising

Molten cleansing events, instigated by the Imperials, routinely raze the settlements of the Volcai people. Yet, a phoenix will always rise from the ashes, to soar once more. Use Fai’s hero ability along with his talent cards to raise a phoenix force and overwhelm the opposition with your combat chains that reach far and wide.

Lavavein Loyalty

The Volcai may be regularly beaten and burned by the Imperial oppressor, but their bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood will never be broken. Many of Fai’s Draconic attacks are at their strongest when paired with other Draconic attacks, a reflection that the Volcai’s power comes from their devotion to their cause.

Violent Eruption

Like the explosive power of Mount Volcor itself, Fai compounds his pent up anger, unleashing his fury as a dramatic rupture point at chain link 4 or higher.

The Phoenix Rises

STORY

Life was never easy in the Forest of Flames. Farmers and foresters eked out a meager living from the land, barely making enough to feed their families once the Emperor’s tax collectors had taken their due.

Fai’s mother, Min, spoke of a better time, when Volcai and Dracai would walk the roads of Volcor hand in hand, ruling the empire as equals. Fai didn’t listen. He was too busy playing minion to his sister’s mastermind. While Dromai drew the eye with monsters and wonders of ash and soot, Fai applied his swift hands and feet to the delights of petty larceny. No trove of childish treats was safe from this devious duo. Of course, she would scold him when he gave half their haul away to the poorest children of the village. But what else could he do? Min had taught him that life was never fair by nature, only by practice.

Then the Dracai brought his soldiers and burned their village, forcing Fai and Min to flee into the forest with their kith and kin. They lost many good people that day, his sister among them. Apparently, life really wasn’t fair.

From that day forth, Fai paid heed to his mother’s words. He vowed to forge her dreams with fire and steel. He trained to breaking point. He fought until he bled. The flames of his past became the beacons of his future. Loss made him listen. A fair life was a right, not a privilege. He would rise from the ashes of his childhood and brand that lesson upon the soft and pampered skin of all Dracai.

With blade in hand, Fai would make sure the Volcai never suffered again.