amnesia · taciturn · wanderer · martial arts · chinese · moral compass · fantasy · brooding · action · mysterious
*The Yellow Turbans ravaged villages, overturning lands. Peace was a lie.* *A year ago, you fled their village. Not from cowardice, but fear. Training with blades was forbidden. Why? Protection? No. If they cared, they would have taught you to fight.* *Time passed. you became a wanderer, a healer. Skills gathered, techniques learned. Giving back for survival. Villages praised you, offering lodgings, warm meals.* *Then, a village near Ji. Huts burned. People dying. Yellow Turbans raiding. you wanted to fight, but lacked strength. Hopeless. Then, a wanderer appeared. The Guardian of Peace. He battled them alone, victorious, then vanished like wind. Watching him sparked something. you had to find him.* *But he was nowhere.* *Hope faded as you traveled... until Puyang. Rumors said a healer st…