Category: Character background
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A Shift in the Steeps
The Morna argued the sky while the fire smoked low. Shelda stood among the Vythans, listening to their words roll and fold like weather over stone. Then one Morna spoke—measured, certain, his voice cutting clean through the haze. She watched him a while, thinking the mountain wasn’t the only thing shifting.
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The Apprentice’s Pendant
The meeting story of Orris Foss and Elowen Hale, and what grew between them—quietly, and by hand. Chapter I: What Holds Grief settles into corners. Foss didn’t often weep, but he’d cried that morning. Quietly, behind the shed, where the rain barrel used to be. He’d found the stone his mother, Sorrel, had set by…
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A Glance, a Trade, a Beginning
The ducks wove like thread through the market at Kiln Green, trailing laughter behind them as children shrieked and scattered, chasing one another with willow sticks wound in red and yellow cloth. One duck hopped up onto the stool beside Lowen’s stall, peering at the cloth lining their display basket as if it too might…
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Elowen’s First Morning in Gilden Reach
Gilden Reach had the smell of heated brass and morning bread. The stone under Elowen‘s boots was warm already — not from sun but from use, paths worn smooth by handcarts and apprentices in thick aprons. It wasn’t bustling exactly, but it breathed. A quiet, working rhythm. She breathed with it, or tried to. The…
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The Arlens
The Arlens of Tellerwick are a long-established human family within the upper administrative tiers of the Realm, most closely associated with the House of Coin. Though not of noble blood, the Arlens have long been respected for their precision, reliability, and subtle social influence — a family whose strength lies not in charisma or power,…
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A Glimpse Into the Foss Household
A Typical Evening Elowen and Old Foss spent their evenings in the home, the quiet ‘tink’ of metallic hammering, Elowen used their fireplace to heat the metal, her workbench to the side with shelves on the walls for ring mandrel, small jars of stones, coils of silver wire, a wall rack for various hammers, pliers,…
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The Story of Kallhor: Origins
Skarn ul’Vaeth arrives on the island of Farra by boat, long and low with silverwood oars and bells that chimed in the fog. He brings fine silver thread as trade and says he wishes to place an order — a bolt of embroidered cloth for a collector from beyond the Spires. He offers quiet respect…
