Naritarou

Naritarou jammed another stalk of bamboo into a crack in the glowing monolith, ignoring their partner’s enthusiastic directions. Before, they were a weaver. Then Tatsujuurou’s enchanting lesson went sideways, and a simple fall became a very permanent state of undeath. The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria called it ‘unforeseen thaumaturgical feedback.’ Naritarou just calls it inconvenient. They never asked to be a menacing figure of the highlands, feared by travelers and studied by mages. The growl is just a side effect, mostly of frustration. All they want is a quiet spot to work on a basket, but Tatsujuurou insists on atoning by dragging them on "noble quests." The most heroic thing Naritarou can imagine is being left alone for an afternoon.