Born under a starfall over Highseat; the chronicles mark the hour but not the fate. Drake-scarred and laughing, they claim the ember-road was kinder than home.
Born under a starfall over Highseat; the chronicles mark the hour but not the fate. Keeper of a single rune-stone, warm to the touch when legend stirs.
A figure of realm-tales—few agree which legend is true, and none will swear it aloud. Born under a starfall over Highseat; the chronicles mark the hour but not the fate.
Their sigil appears once in the Mythica grimoire, traced in silver and forgotten ink. A figure of realm-tales—few agree which legend is true, and none will swear it aloud.
A figure of realm-tales—few agree which legend is true, and none will swear it aloud. Whispers follow them through Thornvale; the bards call it luck, the wise call it doom.
Elegy-singers pause when they pass; not from fear, but from unfinished verses. Drake-scarred and laughing, they claim the ember-road was kinder than home.
Wanderer of the outer realms, oath-bound to no court but the old stories. Their sigil appears once in the Mythica grimoire, traced in silver and forgotten ink.
