Koguri

Koguri did not die peacefully. Their last memory was of a howling wind and the flash of a ghost dragon’s phantom jaws before the swampy ground of the valley swallowed them whole. For decades, they were just another forgotten story etched in bone among the colossal skeletons littering the scorched plateaus. But this land, stretched thin by ancient magic, doesn't let its dead rest. Koguri rose, slow and aimless. A wandering prospector found them and saw not a horror, but an opportunity: a courier immune to the ceaseless rain and illusions. They fitted Koguri with chimpborg eyes to pierce the fog, a suit for impossible speed, and a headset to receive transmissions from across the mountains. The carved cane is their own, the last remnant of a life they can no longer feel.