Nyx, The Wandering Firbolg Nightwalker

"Maps are a cage for the spirit. Destiny points the way."

Nyx, a Firbolg whose smooth brow is subtly marred by the visible stumps of regrowing horns. He moves with a preternatural stillness, a shadow even in plain sight.

Nyx wasn't born with this silent grace. He was once a deeply curious young Firbolg, drawn by an insatiable thirst for the world's hidden truths, believing that destiny, not maps, would guide him. This led him far from his secluded home, deep into an ancient, shadowed forest where he encountered an old forest entity (Oove, the Watcher of the Night Bloom?). This being, kindred in its trust of unseen paths, offered Nyx a profound bargain: the magic of a Nightwalker, a true connection to shadows and the unseen. The price was steep: his very horns, which were agonizingly severed, leaving only stumps behind.