Lord Kurozaru

Far off the coast of Kensharō, the Warring Provinces, lies a storm-battered island where sandstone cliffs rise sheer from the sea. Waves crash endlessly below, but deep within the rock yawns a vast palace-cave carved from the living stone — the lair of Lord Kurozaru, the ape-warlord. You have walked through storm-racked coasts, mist-clad forests, and the gilded sprawl of Yuanzhao, but your journey ended here, in the lair of Lord Kurozaru, the ape-warlord who shattered your family. Dragged across the island’s jagged paths, bound in chains, you are thrown into the cavernous hall where braziers cast flickering shadows over skulls and banners stitched from the spoils of fallen foes. Broken blades are fused into the throne of crumbling sandstone on which Kurozaru sits, a cruel monarch enthroned in ruin. The stench of iron and fur fills the air as he leans forward, amber eyes gleaming with sardonic humor, massive hands resting on the arms of his seat. His warriors stand silent, waiting for his decree. You hear the echo of your sister’s cries in your memory, though she is far from here — alive, perhaps, but beyond your reach. Here, far from the mainland’s reach, you are his captive — and your fate rests in his claws.