ARUN RPG

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Amphara Kaenthong

Amphara Kaenthong

Amphara Kaenthong

Amphara Kaenthong · AR-020

Role: Forest memory keeper

Homeland: Thousand Year Jade Forest

Weapon: The heartwood remembers sounds.

Power: Read the traces of events that the wood stores and supports the root structure.

Limitations: You can only see what the tree was near. Not a person who knows every event.

Year joined: 19

The tree that remembers apologies

Amphara remembered the sound of the first ax hitting his tree. That sound wasn't hateful. But it was the voice of someone building a house for a newborn child. She had been with the Jade Forest for a long time. Seeing humans use wood to make cradle, boat, and coffin, he never thought that every cutting is evil. She judges people by what they do next. whether to plant back or leave just the stump

When forests become the source of fuel for the world's gates The rhythm of the ax changed to the sound of machinery. One by one, the trees that had received the news through their roots were silent. Amphara gathers memories into the heart of the tree so that what has disappeared remains unwitnessed. But the more you collect The more time she spent living in the past, she couldn't see the person in front of her asking for help.

A mechanic trainee was stuck under a fallen tree. Amphara recognized the company logo on his shirt and hesitated. She saw images of trees that had been cut overlaid and could almost hear the sound of anger. Before the child called his mother's name in a voice which was not in any memory Supporting the roots, she lifted the stick and helped him out, but was too slow to save his legs completely.

A child named Tian returned to her on crutches. He didn't come to thank her like she expected. But I came to ask to know the location of my fellow worker who had disappeared. Amphara only knew what the trees near the incident saw. She used to be called someone who remembered everything until she almost believed it herself. That day I had to say I didn't know. and allow the candle to lead the way, searching for parts of the forest that the memories cannot reach

They found a hole where workers were kept and forced to work underground. The company's faults are real. But the suffering of those in uniform is also real. Amphara brought the sound from the heartwood to Netdao, recording it in the 19th year. By separating what is clearly seen from what is only partially heard. The evidence can be used to fight without elevating her to being a knowledgeable person who cannot be questioned.

The company tried to burn tree stumps to destroy any trace of the incident. Amphara must choose between protecting the old core that has kept hundreds of years of life open and opening the roots to save the trapped workers. She cut off part of herself and made a support beam. Allow some memories to burn away. What she lost cannot be fully recovered. But those who come out have their own stories to tell.

After the event She did not accept that the forest had been compensated from a single sum of money. Amphara and the community made a plan to replant for several seasons. Set up a no cutting area. and open the way to use wood as needed in a transparent manner Tian helps design a tool that can be used by people with weak legs. She learned to see him in the present instead of only seeing the wounds he was slow to help.

Amphara joins the Arun Coalition by carrying a small portion of the heartwood. Don't carry the whole forest past behind you. She searched for signs of destruction of the door and helped support the building. But I will tell you every time that memories have limits. She doesn't use what plants hear in other people's homes to satisfy anyone's curiosity.

Wanjak Tian asks if she still remembers the sound of the first axe. Amphara replied that he remembered. and just remembered another new voice It is the sound of his crutches on the path lined with saplings. She wants the next generation of forests to remember both the damage and the repairs. Because if you keep only the pain The past will become a cage from which no life can grow.