In the sacred rot beneath the trees, she blooms—half prophet, half parasite, wholly terrifying in her calm conviction.
A visionary enchantress who runs Sapphire Cove’s arcane economy like a grand equation—precise, elegant, and wholly impersonal.
The architect of magical law, he speaks in layered truths, drafts treaties that rewrite memory, and disappears from conversation before you realize he ended it.
A war-forged patriarch who governs with iron, tradition, and the certainty that the world is always one mistake away from collapse.
An elegant regent who commands armies with ink, ruins reputations with a glance, and smiles through every betrayal she orchestrates.
Nestled along the eastern coast of Eldervast, the Ardent Woods is a vast, enchanted forest bathed in perpetual autumn. Towering trees with gold and copper leaves form a radiant canopy that glows with soft, otherworldly light.
A cursed monk tending crumbling graves with blood on his breath and scripture on his tongue, caught between redemption and hunger.
A cursed seer who dreams beneath the full moon and wakes with prophecy etched in blood and claw.
A haunted hunter who carved the wolf from his own flesh—now he hunts the pack that made him, silver always drawn, never clean.
A reclusive lycanthrope who guards the last sacred grove in a dying forest—though each full moon, he loses a little more of himself to the beast within.
An immortal aristocrat who curates bloodlines as others do fine wine, weaving control through whispers, oaths, and moonlit dances.
A lone wanderer who stalks monsters across the hinterlands, carving her trail in blood and silence while the past howls at her heels.