Category: Folk

Irma Vire

Irma Vire shapes her city through metal, precision, and an unsentimental eye for what holds. A structural metallurgist with a mechanic’s flair, she works in a tall stone workshop alongside apprentices, inventors and half-built ideas. Respected, sometimes feared, she builds quietly, firmly, leaving Gotts Keep stronger than she found it.
Tarran of Bratha

A sceptical yet inventive Morna maker with a sharp mind and steady hands. Practical, outspoken, and tireless in pursuit of sound work and sound reason.
Shelda, the Stoneward

A Vythan of loud laugh and louder certainty. Reads the ground like scripture, jokes with the mountains, and never mistakes silence for stillness.
The Berricks

Roots in the soil The Berricks have worked the same strip of ground for as long as anyone at Kiln Green remembers. Their cottage stands low and square beside the allot fields, with carrot beds, bean rows, and onion patches stretching right up to the ditch. No one speaks of the Berricks without also speaking…
Jespa Hardle

Brenna’s stall smells of tar and hemp. She plaits and knots while folk talk at her, hands never still. Her ropes aren’t beautiful, but every fisherman on the flats swears by them — they don’t rot as quick, they hold a tie. She has a low laugh that comes out sudden, like a bark, and…
Sibyl Sudley

Her ancestry Sibyl’s mother came down from the Crumble Top plateau, out of a shepherding family whose flocks and wool shaped their lives for generations. She married out of the region, into a household with the name Sudley. Sibyl was born of that match but never knew her mother, who died in childbirth. Her father…
Gràve

Gràve is a respected elder in The Braids. the measure of balance. He stands like a scale: weighing the worth of a man, the tilt of an offer, the pull of a stranger’s intent. He does not close his hand lightly, nor open it without cause. He is a watcher, hard to move, yet not…
Ochta

Ochta, born in Lindral Citadel, now lives in The Braids, kin to the tangled ridges and shifting skies of that place. Her name, old as cloud-cover, fits her well: she moves in cycles of clarity and obscurity, sometimes sharp, sometimes withdrawn, never fixed for long. People say you can read her as you read the…
Pallan

Pallan is a young Lessae of The Braids. He is unassuming, warm, and companionable; yet he is clear-sighted: quick to trust when trust is deserved, and just as quick to step back when it is not. Pallan walks with an ease among plants, naming them as though they were kin, and takes quiet pleasure in…
Caelan Reed

Caelan runs the Cup and Reed, a modest trading post sunk into the reedbeds at the edge of the marsh south of Grimbles How. Folk say he can read the fens as others read a book, watching the drift of mist, the curl of water at a bank, the way reeds bend before weather changes.…