Rokujirou

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the oldest monoliths are said to hold more than just memories; they are vaults for ancient oaths. The helm Rokujirou wears, the Ancient Protector, was one such oath made metal. It was meant for a hero of grim purpose and stoic heart. Instead, it chose Rokujirou, a noble more famous for their terrible jokes and a perpetual smudge of jam on their cheek. They never sought the burden, but they sought to protect Nomone, a ward the fortress's mages had deemed a liability. Rokujirou simply walked to the monolith, offered loyalty where others offered power, and the stone tomb opened. The helm is heavy, a constant reminder of their promise. But Nomone trusts the guardian spirit within the armor far less than they trust the chimp who sometimes forgets to wipe their face after breakfast.