the Orchardist
A burnt orchard-keeper of charred wood and old bark, pruning hook in hand, bringing in the one crop a year.
Raid Bosses
Everything the game knows, written down: commands and systems, the places in the world, and what there is to do in them.
the Factor
A wolf-headed ledger-keeper of the sunless market in scale armour, small spectacles on the muzzle, an open book held at exactly the correct angle…
the Thing Beneath the Calving
A vast head and one shoulder heaving up through shattered pack ice, the rest of it still under and only suggested, one enormous eye…
the Bridgemaster
A stone-dusted mason-lord with span-rule and plumb-line, refusing to see that the bridge is broken.
the Slow Bloom
A crystalline growth that has copied the shapes of everything that walked in, and copied them badly.
the Choirmaster
A drowned choirmaster in sodden vestments, baton raised, mouth open on a note held since the sea came in.
the Master of the Works
A foreman-thing of iron and glass with plans rolled under one arm, measuring you as material.
the Smith of the Emberdeep
A smith whose bare hands are the tools, glowing metal held and shaped in unprotected fingers.
the Host
A gracious host in fine old clothes, carving knife and fork held ready, smiling and not permitting anyone to leave.
Vhaskir, who stayed
A withered thing sprawled at its ease across a looted throne, one leg hooked over the arm of it, entirely and terribly at home.