MoFan

MoFan

"In peace, I build. In war, I end."

As new light touches this realm, a quiet figure moves among stone and soil—MoFan, a name spoken softly in halls of learning and whispered near campfires by those who remember older worlds.

In realms long since faded, his presence was rarely at the front—but his influence lingered in every turning tide. No banners bore his crest, yet victories often followed his counsel. He asks for no titles. He wears no laurels. He walks with those who build.

Now, MoFan begins again—not in search of glory, but of stability. Of a home worthy of his people. Rising at the heart of his domain is Wò Lóng Tái—The Terrace of the Sleeping Dragon—where silence hangs thicker than war drums, and every stone is laid with intention.

He seeks peace.
But peace, like all things, must be guarded.

And should that quiet be broken—
Let the dragon wake.