Ashfen Vale • Long Road
Live in low, damp villages where houses lean into hillsides and roofs sprout lichen. The dead are mulched into gardens where moss overtakes their bones.
NPCs approach them as uncanny caretakers. Rumors say a Mossborn can always find their way in the wild, even blindfolded.
Descend from a hill tribe that once worshipped great stags. They paint their faces with ash stripes and earn their keep as caravan guards or brawlers.
NPCs interact with them as dangerous allies or rivals. Their feuds are long, and their loyalties run deep.
From the bog-villages where smoke curls over black water. Each person has a “fen twin” — a drowned reflection that must be appeased.
NPCs treat them as keepers of secrets. They are rarely ignored when they step onto dry land.
Children of the burned ruins. They wear ashbrands across their forearms as proof of endurance and cling to an austere faith that pain forges truth.
NPCs treat them as both cursed and sacred. Only the ashes endure.
Claim descent from trickster ancestors. Sharp features, quick speech, sudden laughter. They thrive on trade, gambling, and performance.
NPCs treat them with a mix of admiration and wariness. A Foxblood never dies in their own bed, always in the midst of some scheme.