Yachie

Yachie flicked their fan, and the spectral fire of a ghost dragon dissolved into harmless, shimmering dust. Legends say they were not a survivor of the final battle, but its first echo. When the last Chronicle burned and the great warriors departed The Dragon Wastelands, the scarred land sighed. From that sigh, Yachie took form, a guardian born of the quiet after the storm. They carry an ancient sabre but have rarely drawn it. Instead, they use the panda fan to redirect the sorrowful winds and the strange bait on their hat to lure the land’s phantoms from their hiding spots. They offer them not a fight, but a moment of peace before they fade. Travelers whisper of a patient fisher of memories, calmly tending to the world's deepest wound.