Anago

The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria whisper that Anago was not born, but simmered into existence. They say a falling star splashed into a forgotten monolith’s basin, which held rainwater and wild mountain herbs. From this cosmic broth, Anago arose, wearing the very vessel of their creation as a hat. It was Sunaho who found them, a being of pure light and hunger, and took them in as a ward, vowing to teach them how to wield a blade instead of just chopsticks. The war paint is just for show, an attempt to look serious, but their uneasy expression betrays the truth: it is difficult being a legend when you are still learning how not to spill your soup.