Shichikurou

Shichikurou’s hands were trained to shatter magical monoliths, yet they are known across The Crystal Highlands of Armaria for the delicate way they mend broken things. They once served a zealous rock wizard, acting as the unthinking blade that carved a path of destruction. The ‘Chosen Samurai’ helm was a gift, a gilded cage for their conscience, and behind their shades, they watched beauty turn to dust on command. The breaking point was an order to shatter a small, flawless crystal that hummed with a child’s laughter. Shichikurou lowered their weapon and simply walked away. Now they wander, a choc stick often replacing the bitter taste of duty, offering their skill not for conquest, but for quiet repair. The helmet remains a constant, heavy reminder of a debt they feel they can never fully repay.