Ingrid Icevein — Reeve of Frosthold
“Winter is a ledger: what you prepare and what you squander are tallied when the wind begins to bite.”
Apostate Fenroar - The Werewolf
He howls not at the moon—but with it.
Aurex Caelum - The Incubus
He’ll give you exactly what you want—your strength, your beauty, your voice. Then he’ll wear it when he leaves you behind.
Nyssara Vel’thelis - The Succubus
She made you feel seen… didn’t she? That’s how it starts. That’s how all of them start.
Lord Vaeren Duskgrave - The Death Knight
He rides with no herald, no trumpet, no banner. Just ash. And silence. And judgment.
Sire Elowen Raveyne - The Vampire
She comes not with an army—but with silence, roses, and a tide of blood. And then you're already hers.
Othin Kerse — Tallow Chandler & Lamplighter
“Light what you trust. Snuff what you don’t.”
Odelia Grice — Midwife of Second Chances
“Count the breaths. Tie the ribbon. What is ours, we keep.”
Siuva of the Last Drip — Memorial Waxworker
“Wax remembers the heat of a life. I listen to it cool.”
Joric Kettlewhip — Toffee-Puller & Night-Soother
“Chew slow at midnight and let the bad dreams stick to the sugar, not to you.”
Mistress Vell — Confectioner of Bitter Truths
“My sweets don’t make people honest. They make dishonesty unbearable.”
Voramir Deyne - The Lich
His eyes are cinders, and his voice is a wound. He doesn’t raise the dead—he calls them home.