Jikisaburou

A royal gown, a commander's helm, and a wizard staff used mostly for prodding suspicious puddles of black slosh. Jikisaburou's life in The Underworld was one of quiet contradictions. They possessed the regalia of a ruler but had no subjects, the tools of a battlemage but no war to fight. Their days were spent charting the shifting crimson skies and practicing small magics, like keeping the unnatural snowfall from settling on their shoulders. The Awakening happened not in battle, but while trying to light a stubborn campfire. A simple spark became a pillar of contained energy, humming with a power they didn't recognize. The calm they had cultivated for so long was shaken. They have since begun a slow journey, seeking stories of Hiro, hoping to ask the evolved warrior if becoming something more means you must leave your quiet life behind.