Nirokurou

Nirokurou frantically tried to balance the combat pole on their nose while the amulet hummed a jaunty, off-key tune. They’d found the artifact half-buried in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria and thought it was a lucky charm. For a week, it was. Then it started making suggestions. Now, it makes demands. Nirokurou’s life as a serene wanderer has devolved into a series of absurd errands for a magical, needy rock. Yesterday, it wanted to be dipped in a specific puddle because the sunset reflected better. Today, it demanded entertainment. Their combat pole, once a tool for defense, is now a prop in a one-chimp circus. The uneasy look is permanent.