Comikus

COMIKUS
(Co-Mee-Kuss)

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Comikus .is .a .mostly .silent, .semi-resident. Never stays long, .but is .guaranteed to show. Though none know what his reason. is for. the frequent returns, most have allowed and have welcomed his scarce presence. to the .shelter. Conversations .with the .mysterious wanderer are nearly non-existent, .but his .participation in defensive and offensive battles .for the clan can .be .counted on .without any .persuasion.

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Comikus was born and raised within the heart of territory wars and harsh realities subsisting of survival. He's witnessed friends, family, clanmates, and all those guilty or innocent be stripped away. At the start he was lucky enough to evade the clutches of enemies, until one day the drumming found him.


It is said if you cross paths with this stranger, you'll know it before you see him.
If you hear the wails and clashes of drums without reason, it is advised to seek a direction away from the cries. These are the Drums of War, and are believed to be linked to Comikus. A warning to all who near him. Many are uncertain about his intentions and stay wary to him. Some have said to have gone missing after seeking him out, others have pleaded that he's not evil.


Comikus is known to be sly but also very confrontational. He lacks much conversation, but speaks in what people describe as warnings.
He always wears wraps that never seem to be cleaned but people say the stains are always in different places from last they remember. Some have claimed to see these stains move on their own, but it is a detail most just brush off as fear from the teller.


Though he resides here, most of his time is spent out in the fields of bones and wastelands, and other lair dwellers tend not to see him at all.

Passage from the 2020 RoR Explore the Scarred Wasteland Game

Within the game, an [un]lucky player had a chance to encounter Comikus on their journey or search. When the player finally crossed paths with him, these are the passages they were given.

After travelling through lands of weird creatures and following a trail of mismatching bone shards, for what seems to be countless hours, your hearing catches a faint rhythm of drums just over a close hill. Curious, you debate whether to follow the ominous sound, or remain safe from not straying the laid out path. The drumming sounds beat louder, calling for you, almost within a trance, and so you give in, hoping you don't regret your choice.

As you reach the top of the hill, the drumming ceases, almost instantaneously. The hill you stand on is just one crest that belongs to an empty crater. You see a figure standing in the center, curious still, you approach it. As you near the figure you see clearly that he is staring right at you. Your feet begin to move again. You feel it is no longer curiosity that guides you to him, but instead it is his gaze that pulls you closer.. and closer.. and closer...



"You there," he speaks; your eyes caged into staring to his, "Do the Drums of War call to you?" From the corner of your eyes you believe you see the red, bloody stains on the stranger's wraps moving, you want to see if your eyes deceive you, but you can't seem to break the locked stare... "Does the pound of every beat match the pump of your heart?" His voices sounds thunderous. "If you are weak, you will not survive. You need to be ready. We will not save you."

Your eyes seem to sting as his seem to boil. Out of sheer wincing you quickly close your eyes in fear of what this stranger is doing to you. You keep them shut as the drumming sounds from before pick up. A few poundings ring out into the air and smash to your eardrums...

...But just as before, the sound silences itself...

You open your eyes to check your surroundings and see the figure has disappeared. Where he stood is a circle of crimson and bone shards. Within its center you find the following:

[Items Redeemed]

As you gather the items from the ground, the stranger's voice echoes from around you, "Never let your guard down." You look around and find no one in the vicinity. "Let the mournful howls fuel you." You can feel your heart racing; the sound rings to your ears for a few moments before you realize it is the same sound as before. The loud, crashing, powerful drums. But where were they? Why do they scream? You quickly make the decision to bolt and run from the crater. The drumming follows you closer.. and closer..


As you reach the peak of the crest you came from before, the drumming doesn't cease. In fear you keep running, just wishing they will stop and grant your ears and heart relief. As they smash, crash, and blast behind you, seemingly right on your heels, you feel the pump from your heart synchronize with the rhythm, and something insides you changes..


You slide to halt, grit your teeth, and in a whirl, spin to face where you came from. Claws ready, jaw locked, prepared. The drumming halts with your own actions and once more you find nothing there. But you see that stranger, a distant figure now, on top of the hill you once braved to cross.

"You are ready. Now, survive."