Masagorou

Masagorou was once just a name whispered among fences and gem brokers. At sixteen, they scaled the Midnight Fortress for a bet, pocketing a spinning shard of obsidian just to prove they could. At twenty, while mapping the uncharted eastern ridges of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they found the forgotten shrine. It was small, weathered, and under attack by a mage seeking the dormant power within. Masagorou didn't think; they just fought, their combat pole a blur against raw magic. These days, their adventures are smaller, confined to the few acres of sacred ground they now protect for Hogo-sha. The mask stays on, not to hide a thief, but to erase a self. All that matters is the vigil.