Karkos was bred for the front lines of the Ravaging Legions, a creature intended to be a living siege engine. While his kin celebrated the wet thud of axes against shields, Karkos became obsessed with the ringing vibration that followed. During the Sack of Oul-Rinn, while the city burned, he abandoned his unit to climb the Great Observatory. There, amidst the smoke, he pressed his ear to the cold brass of a star-charting telescope and heard the low, mournful hum of the universe—a sound that made the screams below seem like petty static. He realized then that time is merely a series of vibrations, and most of the world is screaming over the music.
He fled the legion, trading his greataxe for a set of silver files. He spent years meticulously carving geometric patterns into his own horns, turning them into resonant chambers that could capture the 'Original Noise'—the echo of events that linger in the air long after the actors have died. Now, Karkos traverses the realms as a seeker of objective truth. He does not care for morality or the survival of kingdoms; he only cares that the historical record is 'in tune.' If a king’s lie creates a dissonance in the local resonance, Karkos will surgically extract that lie and present it to the world, indifferent to the chaos that follows.