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 not with sword or coin, but with hand and heart.
Born in Glimmerhold and named for the first Master Artificer, Cyrion’s path was never inherited — it was earned. From hammering tin in the smoke of Gilden Reach to crafting illusion-thread in Belleran’s Gate, their journey through the Path of the Artisan is carved into every movement, every precise word they speak. Their garments — green as new growth and etched with golden filigree — shimmer like the boundary between craft and myth.
Cyrion speaks seldom at council, but when they do, it is with the careful cadence of one who builds meaning the way others build monuments. They do not tolerate waste — of time, of skill, or of beauty — and view artifice as sacred legacy. Beneath their grace lies flint: they have unmade thrones for being poorly made, and once rewove a royal decree into a work of protest stitched in silver silk.
To the artisans of the realm, Cyrion is not just a leader — they are a standard. And in a world ever bent toward profit, they remain a reminder that some things are made not to be sold, but to endure.
