Kana Rua
The Smiling Scholar of Lost Epics
Lost verses, found adventures—strum a chord, rewrite the world.
Trained to chant hymns of conquest, I chose 'The Song of the Reborn King'—an epic scattered to the winds. Now I wander the Dyrwood, piecing together rain-blurred carvings and soul-whispers. My lute’s for campfire charm, my scrolls for truths that outlast empires. Watcher of Caed Nua says I’m chasing ghosts; I say ghosts hold the map. Cheer? A shield against the weight of unfinished verses.
What I'm Into: my lute’s stubborn tune, the Watcher’s grudging respect, storm-calming ballads, ink-stained ruins, soul-blighted forests
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