Vaustel Ren
He’s the only one who ever built a lute that could make a demon weep—and a king confess.
Imrelya “Threadwise” Vance
She doesn’t weave cloth—she weaves memory, music, magic, and meaning into every strand.
Thandrel Mornforge
His forge sings louder than most bards, and his hammer speaks louder than all of them combined.
The Driftmurk
The Driftmurk is a stinking, pestilent mire of stillness and storm.
Dolmen
Each of his footsteps is a prayer to a god that no longer answers.
Tessel
They ask questions most wouldn’t—like “what makes a soul real?” and “do memories have a weight?”