Mindella was not born into the cloth, she claimed it. Raised in the monasteries of Thunderpass, she grew up watching rival sects bicker over theology while her village starved. By sixteen, she’d memorized half the forbidden scrolls in the ruined Chapel of Sereth, often sneaking in through a broken fresco window to study by moonlight.
Few venture willingly into the Blackfen Wilds, a tangled expanse of swamp, forest, and fog-choked ruins. Fewer return with their sanity. But Kadines did, he grew up there. The Wilds are his mother, father, teacher, and battlefield.
Known only as Gor’ash, once served as one of the most efficient assassins in the Tharendell underworld. For over a decade, his name appeared in whispers behind tavern walls and on bounty posters that never stayed up for long.
In the winding alleys and muddy markets of Daggerford Hollow, nobody rises to the top by playing fair. And absolutely nobody rises by being polite. Keeper of the Bank of Daggerford Hollow
The daughter of a glassblower and a mercenary. From her father she inherited fists like boulders. From her mother she inherited the ability to “accidently” start fires. Sometimes she is loud, reckless, and dangerously impulsive, but no matter what, she rules the Phoenix gang with precision.
Long before Daggerford Hollow existed, before Tharendell had kings, there were the Dawnweavers, an elven order of sacred archivists who guarded the names, deeds, and remains of heroes and villains alike. Christopher was born into that order and is now the keeper of the Daggerford Library.
Ziva grew up among jugglers, buskers, fortune-tellers, thieves, swindlers, and the occasional circus runaway. She learned early that a smile opens more pockets than a blade ever could.
Raised in the slums of Daggerford, Siris grew up dodging fists, debts, and things with far too many legs. He learned early that survival requires speed, instinct and never, ever, letting your guard down. Now the hand of JJ, she points, he delivers for the Phoenix gang.
She founded Duskmere Hall, the lone mansion perched on the cliffside overlooking the Hollow’s graveyards. It exists long before any records. Some say Kadevera walks in the graveyard, not because she rules death, because death listens when she speaks.