Chimper #1718
When they were dispatched to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the mission was simple: acquire a single, legendary starlight orchid from a wizard's private greenhouse. Homera moved like a whisper, their Swift outfit a blur against the glowing rocks. They bypassed magical alarms and snoozing golems with ease. They found the orchid, its petals shimmering with cosmic light. But then, a fatal error. Catching their reflection in a flawless pane of crystal, they paused to admire how their Hip Specs caught the light. They were, objectively, looking very cool. In adjusting their pose, they backed directly into a pot of extremely mundane, non-magical, but very sharp thorn-bushes. The yelp was their undoing. They escaped, empty-handed and mortified, earning the title "the Thorned"—a constant, prickly reminder of their one moment of vanity.
