Gonosuke

The rock wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria claim Gonosuke wasn't born, but shed. They say on an evening when the sunset was so vibrant it fractured the sky, a single shadow detached from the highest spinning monolith and drifted down like a fallen leaf. Where it landed, Gonosuke rose, clad in darkness and clutching an ancient sabre that seemed to absorb the light. The scar marring their face, the geomancers whisper, is the mark left by the dawn that followed—a searing brand of light on a creature of twilight. They move through the highlands practicing sword forms that predate the fortress itself, a silent, intense guardian against a threat only they can see reflected in the crystal formations.