Kuro was born in the ink-dark waters beneath the Crescent Marsh, the last remnant of an ancient river-blood line. Shaped by sorrow and silence. Drawn from the ghostly swamp mists by a whisper. No more than an itch behind the eyes. Festering, it grew until all else was a hazy drowned landscape. It echoed behind his eyes, constant and inescapable. Arethyr's call was unmistakable. Read more...