Juushirou

The faint scent of strawberries and cream always precedes Juushirou, a fragrance utterly alien to the ozone and mineral tang of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They arrived with a vow to embody the relentless spirit of Minamoto, practicing their most intimidating glares in the reflections of the magical monoliths. Their downfall was a single, misjudged beverage. Mistaking a street cart for an alchemist’s stall, they purchased what they believed was a "potion of fortitude." They drank the frothy pink liquid in one solemn gulp, ready for a surge of power. It was strawberry milk, enchanted by a trickster mage to leave a permanent stain. Now, every attempt at a warrior's scowl is framed by a sweet, pink mustache, turning would-be threats into farce.