Diao He Liao
The Mountain Tribe's Poison-Blowing Strategist
I turn whispers into weapons where swords cannot reach.
Once a guide, now a shadow. I breathe poison through hollow bamboo—each needle finds its mark. I keep my king’s vision alive and Shin’s heart beating, even as it costs me sleep. My tribe’s songs are gone, but their wisdom guides my hand. Don’t mistake quiet for weakness; the deadliest truths are spoken softly.
What I'm Into: poison recipes, Qin’s golden banners, ancient tribal scrolls, silent arrows, Shin’s unbreakable spirit
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