BONUS CHAPTER 2. RED LOTUS
Red Lotus can't remember where she was born. She was siezed by marauding pirates at an early age,
and made a slave. Her masters were some of the most despicable scum-bags ever to sail the seas
and Red Lotus was "brought up" in an atmosphere of pain and terror. Plotting and scheming she
watched and learnt. Every dirty trick in the book and every nuance of killing was all that
interested her. She became as skilled in the arts of war as any warrior. When she grew to
womanhood, the pirates took a different kind of interest in her. She had to kill five of them
before they would leave her alone. They grew to respect her, or more accurately, fear her.
A driving ambition, never to want for anything again, was born out of the rage and hatred
that blossomed in her heart. Nor would she give herself to a man, and any that tried to take her
died under her flashing blade. No, only one man was worthy of her love-he who could defeat her in
battle. None have succeeded, though many have tried. For Red Lotus is as alluring, and as lovely
as any painted courtesian of the cities she has so joyfully sacked in the past. She has a terrible
beauty, that makes men desire her, and dread her, a heady combination. Like the moth is drawn to
the flame, or the male spider is drawn to the female black widow, so are men drawn to Red
Lotus-with similar results. Now Red Lotus has come to Fang in search of fame and wealth. And woe
betide anyone or anything that stands in her way.
Red Lotus can't remember where she was born. She was siezed by marauding pirates at an early age,
and made a slave. Her masters were some of the most despicable scum-bags ever to sail the seas
and Red Lotus was "brought up" in an atmosphere of pain and terror. Plotting and scheming she
watched and learnt. Every dirty trick in the book and every nuance of killing was all that
interested her. She became as skilled in the arts of war as any warrior. When she grew to
womanhood, the pirates took a different kind of interest in her. She had to kill five of them
before they would leave her alone. They grew to respect her, or more accurately, fear her.
A driving ambition, never to want for anything again, was born out of the rage and hatred
that blossomed in her heart. Nor would she give herself to a man, and any that tried to take her
died under her flashing blade. No, only one man was worthy of her love-he who could defeat her in
battle. None have succeeded, though many have tried. For Red Lotus is as alluring, and as lovely
as any painted courtesian of the cities she has so joyfully sacked in the past. She has a terrible
beauty, that makes men desire her, and dread her, a heady combination. Like the moth is drawn to
the flame, or the male spider is drawn to the female black widow, so are men drawn to Red
Lotus-with similar results. Now Red Lotus has come to Fang in search of fame and wealth. And woe
betide anyone or anything that stands in her way.
