Category: Folk
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The Hale Family
The Hales hail from Kellack Wheal – a family of smiths, but not blacksmiths. Their work was finer — wire, clasps, buckles, buttons, lock mechanisms, brooches, hinges for chests and jewellery boxes. Small things that held weight. Corenna Hale The matriarch of the family was born to a family of fine metalworkers on the western fringes,…
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Lord Riven Cormarn
Master of Ledgers of the House of Coin Regal, calculating, and unflinchingly composed, Lord Riven Cormarn stands at the helm of the Evergild’s wealthiest and most ruthlessly influential House. Born in Denerin and raised within the opulent halls of Veylmark, he learned early that power does not whisper — it dictates terms. With long dreadlocks…
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Master Cyrion Belleran
Master Artificer of the House of Craft. Elegant as embroidery, and twice as deliberate, Cyrion Belleran is the quiet mind behind the splendour of the Evergild. Though slight of frame and serene in manner, their presence carries the weight of generations — a living thread in a tapestry of makers, each one shaping the realm…
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Magister Syvran Illistar
Magister Prime of the House of Spires To speak with Magister Syvran Illistar is to enter a contract — even if you never signed one. Precise, calculating, and cold as starlight on obsidian, Syvran does not waste words, but neither does he soften them. He is not cruel, merely efficient — and he views sentiment…
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Lord Commander Darrek Volric
Lord Commander of the House of Steel. To the untrained eye, Lord Commander Darrek Volric is war incarnate — tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from discipline. Her armour bears the scars of countless campaigns, her presence the weight of every command ever followed without question. When she enters a room, conversations still. When she speaks, the…
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Siran Dravenor
Master of the House of Whispers. No one knows the true name of the Master of Whispers. “Siran” is not a given name, but a title — inherited, assumed, and worn like a mask. To speak it is to acknowledge that you will never know more. And that is precisely how they prefer it. Siran…
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Crampin And Beaner
Crampin And Beaner are greengrocers. The pair run a stall six days a week, are loud-voiced, and always arguing about cress. They smell of parsnips and wet crates, and hand over bruised pears with a wink.
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Sorrel Foss
Sorrel was named for the red-veined leaf — and she lived it: green through and through, but with a heart that blushed through everything she did. Her presence was like warm bread and birdsong. She wore love openly and simply, without needing thanks or grandeur. She wore bold, grounded colours: burgundy, ochre, deep green, black.…
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Harn Foss
Thin and drawn, with lank, chin-length hair that hangs damp with the weather or sweat, he carries the smell of dried leaves and something slightly metallic. His sallow skin is mottled with liver spots, and one dark mole near his cheek stands out like a smudge. One of his eyes is clouded and pale—the other…
