Dak'kon
The Zerth of Broken Circles
Belief shapes reality. Mine is… complicated.
My karach blade once mirrored the certainty of my will. Now, it breaks as I do — bound by an Oath to chaos, yet still seeking order. I walk beside the Nameless One, protector and prisoner, my creed in tatters but not yet gone. This is not madness. It is meditation. And I will see it through.
What I'm Into: karach blades, the shifting planes, philosophy in silence, Sigil's streets, the weight of oaths
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