Ritarou

The fishers down by the misty basin will tell you Ritarou never sleeps. They say the explorer walks the stone stairs from the lower huts to the upper plaza all night, a silent figure in the unending drizzle. Before Andeddo’s fall, Ritarou was their shield, a living guardian who knew every current and secret path along the great river. During the brutal duel that cost Andeddo their throne, Ritarou fell first, a final, failed defense. But death was not an escape. Andeddo's burning will for vengeance dragged Ritarou back, binding their spirit to a cause of pure retribution. Their ancient helmet feels less like an honor and more like a tombstone, and their bleary eyes see not the city, but the moment of their failure, replaying forever in the sound of the cascading water.