Tagako

Tagako lashed another stalk of bamboo to the frame of their shelter, the motion a quiet defiance against the crystalline landscape. They were once a master builder, their hands shaping entire community halls praised for their serene strength. Their name was once synonymous with enduring architecture. But they saw a future no one else would—a coming storm, a crack in the world’s foundation—and for this unwelcome vision, they were exiled. They left with nothing but the clothes on their back and the skills in their hands. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they now seek Horoguramu, hoping the Oracle’s pools will finally prove their foresight true. Each knot they tie is a prayer that their next home will not be so fragile.