Miyatarou

Miyatarou did not come to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria seeking magic. The spinning monoliths were just obstacles, and the wizards’ fortress a landmark on a well-worn map. They were a pragmatist, an explorer whose intense eyes saw routes, not runes. Their quest for a lost cartographer's charts ended in a geomancer ambush. Wounded and disarmed, they were found not by a rescuer, but by a quiet observer. Tora, the Masked Mage, offered no grand spells, only a steady hand to help them stand. In the days that followed, Miyatarou traded stories of the outside world for silence, each tale tied to a scar on their face. In return, Tora began to speak, sharing secrets of their guild. The maps are now forgotten. The greatest journey is learning the hidden landscape behind a mask.