Sarura

One blade that never dulls, one bandana that never stains, and one soul that refuses to pass on. The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria speak of Sarura in hushed tones, a cautionary tale whispered in the shadow of their great fortress. They were once a guardian, sworn to protect the spinning monoliths. But a dark experiment to channel cosmic energy went horribly wrong, leaving them a hollow echo of their former self. They wander the high peaks, an undead specter with demonic eyes, a tragic figure often compared to the failed mage, Yurei. The other scholars see a ghost forever shackled to its place of death. They are wrong. The ritual wasn't a failure; it was a success. Sarura made an unbreakable vow, and simply found the only way to honor it for eternity.