Atsuwa

Every morning, Atsuwa greets the sunrise that spills across The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a wide grin their only offering. They were once a noble whose name was spoken with reverence, a prodigy expected to command the great spinning monoliths. But ambition is a hungry spirit. In a reckless attempt to bind a monolith's power to their will, the energy surged back, bleaching their hair a stark white and shattering their connection to grand spellcraft. Cast out, they found their purpose not in power, but in presence. The feather cape was a gift from a young winged chimp they taught to navigate the crystal storms. Their power once moved mountains; now they simply help others find their way through them.