Rishuku

Rishuku poked a shimmering monolith with their carved cane, convinced the dark feather caught in its magnetic field belonged to their sworn enemy. The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria had long given up trying to explain that it was just a common raven's feather. This undying grudge began mundanely: Karasu, the Feathered Warlord, had once passed by, and the chaotic gust from their wings knocked over Rishuku’s prized, perfectly balanced stack of sunset-hued pebbles. A heinous crime. Ever since, Rishuku has been on a quest for vengeance, once accusing a black-robed scientist of being Karasu in disguise. They are haunted not by the specter of their own demise, but by the memory of that toppled pebble pile.