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From the honored lineage of the Ember Crest Clan, Seii Taishōgun Cluckue rose not merely as a warrior, but as a commander of unmatched wisdom and fire. His crest, shimmering with the golden blaze of the fallen star, marked him from a young age as one destined to lead.
Cluckue earned his title, Seii Taishōgun—“Commander of the Flock”—after uniting scattered Ember Crest legions during the Siege of the Burning Bamboo. When the Iron Talon Raiders swept down with their talons aflame, it was Cluckue who stood upon the charred ridges and called his flock to formation. Under his command, the warriors of Ember Crest became a living wall of flame, their glowing crowns casting back the darkness.
But Cluckue was no tyrant of war. His greatness lay in his balance—discipline tempered by compassion. He taught that the blaze of the Ember Crest was not for conquest, but for protection. He often said: “A fire uncontrolled consumes all. A fire mastered gives life.”
Legends tell that when the Inferno Finale was invoked, it was Cluckue who guided its release—not as destruction, but as a beacon of unity. The golden blaze stretched across the canopy, rallying allies from distant coops and driving fear into the hearts of the raiders.
Now revered as both warrior and sage, Seii Taishōgun Cluckue’s name is carved into the annals of Chickenopolis as the guardian whose leadership lit the path of his people. Travelers whisper still: “Follow the ember’s glow, and you will find safety—for Cluckue’s fire never fades.”
Among the Ember Crest Clan, there are many whose head-feathers glow with the starlit fire of their ancestors. But none shine brighter than Sir Ignatius Flamecrest. Born during the season of wildfires, his first cry was said to echo with the crackle of burning wood, and his crest flickered gold before he could even crow.
As a young chick, Ignatius was mischievous, quick to spark quarrels and quicker to end them. The elders feared his temper would consume him, for the Feather Oath forbids striking in anger. But when the Iron Talon Raiders returned in a second wave—hawks armored in black steel, wielding flame against flame—Ignatius’s true strength revealed itself.
Where others saw chaos, Ignatius saw rhythm. He fought not with rage, but with fiery precision, each strike timed like the beat of a war-drum. In the Battle of the Blazing Hollow, he rallied his warriors by planting his blade into the earth, his crest blazing so brightly it was mistaken for sunrise. Under his lead, the Ember Crest fought as one flame, driving the hawks deep into the ash-choked mountains.
Legends tell that Ignatius alone invoked a lesser form of the Inferno Finale, channeling the glow of his ancestors into a single, blinding flare. The light scattered the Iron Talons and lit the sky for miles, so bright it was recorded by coops that had never even heard of the Ember Crest Clan.
Now, as Warden of the Inferno, Sir Ignatius Flamecrest trains the next generation beneath the bamboo thickets. His voice is calm, his gaze steady, yet his crest still blazes like molten fire when the dawn prayers are spoken. To travelers, his golden glow in the mist is a warning; to his kin, it is a promise:
“Our fire is not fury—it is faith. And it shall never die.”
Born in the smoldering highlands beneath the ashes of the fallen star, Sir Kairo Embercomb grew up among the forges of the Ember Crest stronghold. While others trained with swords, he trained with the hammer — shaping armor, mending shields, and studying the discipline of tempered flame.
When the Raid of the Ash Hills broke out, Kairo was still an apprentice smith. Yet when fire swept through the forges, he stood unflinching. Using molten slag from the furnaces, he forged makeshift blades and armed the retreating villagers. His courage transformed panic into defiance, and the Ember Crest banners rose once more.
In recognition of his valor, Seii Taishōgun Cluckue himself placed a claw upon his shoulder and said:
“You understand the flame not as rage, but as resolve. Rise, Sir Kairo Embercomb — Knight of the Tempered Fire.”
Now he fights not to burn brighter, but to keep the fires of the Ember Crest steady and strong. His armor glows faintly with the hue of the forge, and his weapon — the Cinder Blade — is said to never cool.
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