Wheel of Ruin
Hugh Richard crawled from the squalor of Bonepicker's Row, a Bird of common stock with more flight than sense. The collapse had stripped him of kin, leaving him with a throat choked by a stutter and a mind that grasped at straws. He was drawn into a quest, a fool's errand in a world already lost, his Dramatically Poetic nature a cruel jest against the creeping despair.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.