Awase

If one were to ask Awase about the intricate carvings on their cane, they would not get an answer, only a slow, deliberate tracing of a single spiral near the top. That cane is a chronicle. It was a sapling, shattered in the same blast of raw magic that froze the look of shock onto Awase's face. They were a fortress guard in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, caught between two feuding wizards whose duel leveled an entire watchtower. They woke days later, vision blurred and balance gone, clutching the splintered remains of the young tree. Over the next year, as they learned to walk again, they carved their story into the wood. The cane is not a weapon, nor merely a crutch. It is the repository of the moment that broke them, and the testament to how they pieced themself back together.