Factions

The people of Sunderkeep, and everyone who keeps its fires lit.

Rangers, charcoal burners and shepherds holding the last warm fire before the pines.

The keep's scouts in the canyon, and the few stubborn souls who live among the bones.

Smiths, miners and one small imp at the last forge this side of the mountain.

The keep's wardens and the one Hoarfolk clan that never raided, holding the pass together from a village on the ice.

A wall of green lamps at the edge of the drowned wood, and the watch that keeps them lit.

A free port of pirates who signed twelve articles and went honest. Mostly. On Sundays.

Old climbers on the Sky Stair, carrying bronze suns to a king who fell out of the sky.

Keepers of the lakes, rivers and fish. Patient, calm, and a little strange about the big ones.

Serah Ironveil's fighting company, who run the Arena under the keep and love a good crowd.

Explorers, treasure hunters and mapmakers who have been everywhere twice.

The priests of the Cathedral of the Dawn, who get up before the sun and make sure it follows.

The warriors of the Hall of Arms: shields up, chins up, and nobody leaves before the last round.

The mages of the Arcane Spire: a college, a library and a fire hazard, in that order.

The druids of the old Keep Gardens, who let them grow wild and then took notes.

The rogues of the Murk: a crew, a den behind a bookcase, and a rat in a very small crown.