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Obsidian was the first Tiniking that I was gifted. He's wise, loyal, and is responsible for at least 60% of how the Kingdom currently looks. His designs astound me and I know he does it all for me. I'm very proud of him. That's why he's #1 on my Council.
I owe my entire life to my Emperor. Without him I wouldn't be anyone. Just a shy man wandering around looking for a purpose. With a knack for drawing. He saw my talent and potential and gifted me a portion of his flame too. It is my duty to make sure that where we live is both beautiful, deadly, and efficient. From its streets, to it's buildings, to the elementals we use to fight. Long live the Kingdom of Flame. Long live the Emperor.
Molten is my Ears to the Kingdom. I worry about him the most. Going out and leaving the safety of my Kingdom to ensure that we have good relations with the other nations is no easy task. Yet, each time he returns unharmed with an abundance of information. I am not sure how he does it but I hope that he will continue to keep coming back. If he doesn't then I'll let all hell break lose on whoever dares harm him.
Being the Ears of the Kingdom is no laughing matter. I had to come up with creative ways to manage. I can't reveal all my ways but enough charm can get a foot in the door. That part is the easiest. The hard part is learning about the other kingdom's cultures and habits. Our land is so restrictive. We can't wear clothes, armor, nor grow a whole lot. Doesn't give us a lot to work with. Thankfully I got a big enough noggin for all the most useful information. Glory to the Kingdom of Flame.
My master general. Without a doubt Kindle is my hardest working member. Being born without the ability to cast flames has always been his biggest chip on his shoulder. Yet, he can handle fire to an masterful degree. His command of the soldiers is elite, his mastery of weapons is elite, but his loyalty is waning. I fear that due to talks of war that he wants to branch out and fight. I don't want that to happen. Should war come, it would be done on our home turf.
I was always looked down on. Being the closest in looks to flame made me really stand out. I tried to represent the Kingdom like Molten but ended up failing since I couldn't produce a flame. Father...I mean Emperor Dru'Quinn would find me crying for a purpose and would show me tough love. Telling me to practice over and over to no avail. So I did what I thought I could do best. I gathered up the remains of the foolish warriors who dared challenge our Kingdom and took interest in their way of fighting. To counter the enemy you must know the enemy. From there I honed my skills and became very good at it. I finally earned the Emperor's praise. I don't want to lose it. You were right my Emperor. I just had to practice more and my purpose did come. My life for the Emperor and to the Kingdom of Flame.