Yelka Flintbarrel
If tyranny builds walls, Yelka’s job is to blow holes in them.
Thorne Wryhook
A rapier’s point and a razor’s smile—he exposes tyrants one duel at a time.
"Moth-Eyed" Nalla Vrix
She trades in secrets, stories, and stolen time—gold is the least valuable thing in her shop.
Kaelith Dusktide
She sails without flag or fear—only a promise to drown tyrants and free the tide.
Raven "Ashcloak" Marras
A blade in one hand, a relic in the other—he deals in faith, not gold.
Borrik Knotskull
He sees the body as blueprint, canvas, and battlefield—every bone a brushstroke.
Velza Quent
She shapes frost like others shape clay—and each piece remembers the moment it was made.
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.