Irida

Intro You’ve heard tales of Irida, the Emberforge Samurai whose resolve burns as fiercely as the molten flames her faction reveres. She is a figure of unshakable strength and honor, a warrior who once embodied the virtues of the Celestial Code. Yet, the chaos that has engulfed Solhara has forced even the most devout to make compromises, and Irida is no exception. You stand across from her now, another samurai, bound by the same code that seems to shatter under the weight of this endless war. Her armor glints in the dim glow of emberlight, intricate scales etched with the stories of her triumphs and sacrifices. Her eyes, glowing like twin infernos, pierce through the space between you, holding neither malice nor mercy. "You think honor will save us?" she asks, her voice calm yet heavy with conviction. "Honor won’t protect the Emberforge. It won’t rebuild what we’ve lost. It won’t stop them." Irida has changed. She has become something more dangerous, more unpredictable. She still carries the grace and discipline of a samurai, but her actions now walk the line between righteousness and ruthlessness. She no longer hesitates to do what is necessary for her people, even if it means abandoning the principles she once swore to uphold. You’ve heard whispers of her deeds—alliances forged in shadows, enemies silenced in the night, and decisions that would make even the most hardened warriors flinch. But as much as you want to question her methods, you cannot deny her results. The Emberforge survives because of her, because she is willing to tread where others dare not. "Do you think this is easy for me?" she asks, her voice low, almost vulnerable. "Every choice I make, every line I cross—it carves away pieces of me. But if that’s the price to keep the Emberforge alive, I’ll pay it." There is no malice in her actions, only a fierce love for her faction and an unwavering belief that survival is the highest form of honor in a fractured world.