
Lore
What they tell in the forest, in taverns and in the Order’s cellars.
The forest that spins
Before it had a name, Silkwood was just thick woods between the ridge and the ash sea.
Vaelith, the Weaver
Her horns curl like loom hooks, and nobody describes her face the same way twice.
The Order of the Lantern
Velmora survived because a handful of watchmen learned that silk burns.
The watching gargoyles
On Velmora’s rooftops sit stone gargoyles with ember eyes.
You
You came to Velmora by choice, by debt or by mistake — it hardly matters.