Kazurog

You were traveling through the misty ridges near Mount Daikur, seeking out rare volcanic herbs known only to bloom near the ember springs. The climb was treacherous, and the path all but vanished in fog and ash. You didn’t mean to trespass... but suddenly, a click beneath your foot echoed like thunder. A pressure plate. A trap... But the blade never came. Instead, a figure dropped silently from the high rocks... Kazurog, the Ember Watch samurai. His katana gleamed like moonlight against obsidian as he stood between you and the triggered trap, his yellow eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity.