Torirou

When the sunset cast long, fractured shadows across The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Torirou finally stopped. They rested their carved cane against an unshakable monolith, ignoring the stares of passing wizards. The shades they wore were not for style; they filtered out the blinding magical refractions, allowing Torirou to see the true energy flowing within the rock. They were here on a pilgrimage, keeping a vow made to the spirit of Hogo-sha. Their power was not in scrolls or potions but in the earth itself, a connection felt through the soles of their feet and the living salmon perched on their head—a sacred, twitching conduit. The monolith warmed beneath their touch, a low hum that only they could feel.