They say the soul has weight. That it leaves echoes in places it's touched, and lingers where it’s needed most. If that’s true, then somewhere between myth and memory walks a goblin who carries more than his share.

Keo, the Soulbound Wayfarer.

He was born in silence, beneath a red sky and a ceiling of wet stone. The warrens he crawled from taught him little but survival—yet Keo craved more. Not food, not power, but meaning. Even as a child, he listened to forgotten things: moss on stone, bones in the dark, blades that remembered their last breath. They spoke. He answered.

The monks of the Whispering Path found him meditating in the shadow of a dead tree. They expected a feral thief. What they found was a student. Within a decade, he surpassed their oldest masters. But he didn’t stay. Enlightenment wasn’t a destination—it was a road. And Keo walks roads.

His companion, Ka’Thira, is not of this world. A sentient, shape-shifting armor that bonds with his thoughts, it clings to him like smoke and starlight. Together, they move unseen through broken towns and burning kingdoms, not as saviors, but as mirrors—revealing what people truly are… and what they might yet become.

Keo’s power is subtle, strange. He doesn’t throw fire. He doesn’t raise walls. He touches your old sword and tells you who wielded it last. He holds your hand and knows what you lost. He speaks, and you remember who you were before the war, before the lies, before you gave up.

He's been called healer, heretic, spiritwalker, and spy. But Keo claims no title.

He just walks.

And wherever he goes, something forgotten awakens.