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During the great Zenith exodus, when everything was collapsing, the winds howling, and their world falling apart, it wasn’t just Goran who held the helm. It wasn’t just Todor making the decisions. It was also, and most importantly, Kubrat. Against all odds, he—the plunderer, the scoundrel, the one rejected by Kyrioz—led the survivors through the dimensional storm. And now? Now, he is forgotten.
Goran talks about rebuilding. Todor wants to impose his rule. Kubrat, on the other hand, seeks only one thing: the truth. Where is old Kyrioz? What secrets does his mythical bracelet hold? Because that artifact—he wants it. Not for greatness, nor for the Zenith legacy. But because in a world where only the strong make the rules, that bracelet could ensure a future where no one steps on him ever again.
On a smaller scale, with his scepter, he conjures black clouds as unpredictable as he is, hiding his maneuvers in the shadows of storms. His magnetic hook spits out lightning so charged that it incinerates everything it touches. He makes no promises, plays no games. People see him as a bandit, a traitor. Maybe he is. Maybe he isn’t.
One thing is certain: if the sky rumbles and the shadow of a pirate airship crosses the clouds, then Kubrat is near. And if you have something useful… pray he’s in the mood to bargain.