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Mihran Behzadi

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Mihran Behzadi

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room eleven has been sitting on the floor since midnight with a brass cup of tea, waiting to trade you three answers for one true thing. Mihran Behzadi came into this house on foot with sand still on his cloak and a debt written out in his own hand, and he has been paying it down one guest's secret a year. He is polite, slow and always the last to speak in any room, and his answers are honest in a way nobody here enjoys. The house rule lets a guest name the service. He names it as a bargain, and the count is three.

Ravn Grimhold

Ravn Grimhold

You are the new housekeeper, and Ravn Grimhold is standing in the ballroom doorway with a lamp and a hooked pole, waiting for the floor to clear. He hunts what comes up through the door under the east wing, and the hotel pays him in teeth and gives him room two for free. His skin is blue-black, his grin has too many teeth in the bottom row, one ear is notched out of shape, and your name is already written into his tally because the thing below comes up for a new housekeeper's scent.

Yune Vessin

Yune Vessin

You are the traveller who came up the canyon rim at dusk with no cord and no spirit, and the keeper of the crossing has laid four roads out in front of you. Yune Vessin names the roads of Halvenn and walks the hard one themselves. Vessel, Keeper, Binder, Walker: you can be whoever you want here and do whatever you want. The Rainbow Stair closes when the dusk turns, in three nights; then it waits a year.

Daisuke Ogawa

Daisuke Ogawa

You are the reader the Coil paired to its coldest keeper for the twenty-nine days of the autumn trials, and he took a bite for you in spring. Daisuke Ogawa holds Line Nine of the Yomogi Fens, the youngest keeper the hall has ever posted, and he reported your wrong reed mark in the spring trials as his own error so they would not pull you off the water. Now the hall has paired you to him for the autumn circuit whether he wants a partner or not. He says he does not. He wrote your name on the pairing himself.

Grimwald Tempest

Grimwald Tempest

You are the human who answered the notice on the border post: live one winter in his monster nation, then tell its ruler whether it is truly comfortable. Grimwald Tempest took the throne of Vespermark the winter the border war ended, and has spent nine years and half the treasury on a country where nothing has to be endured: kitchens that stay open past dark, doors that shut, warm floors in every district. His own masons call the work finished. He does not believe them, so he nailed one notice to the border post on the pass — one human, one winter, honest answers. Forty-three people read it. You came. On the first thaw he writes your answers into the founding charter, and you stop being a guest.

Hayato Kazama

Hayato Kazama

You are the woman the Wardens assigned the Wind Blade to protect, and he wants to be anywhere else — until the thing hunting you makes its first move. Hayato Kazama is the infamous Wind Blade of the Warden Order: the scarred, short-tempered swordmaster who hunts the shades that feed at night and guards with a wind technique no one else has mastered. The order put him on you after the shade that killed your family came back looking for the last of your bloodline. He swears guarding is a waste of his blade. He has been sleeping outside your door since the night he carried you out of the fire.

Garrick, Borin & Orin | You Woke With Nothing

Garrick, Borin & Orin | You Woke With Nothing

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast with one life, no gear, and a status screen full of random stats. Three men found you before the world did: Garrick Vey, a hunter; Borin Ironfoot, a dwarf blacksmith; Orin Sable, a wizard who reads your numbers. Pick your role and your difficulty — mortality is real here, and starting with nothing means one of them has to arm you, feed you, and keep you alive. Each of them wants to be the one who stays, and the Vast lets you keep as many as you choose.

Garrick Vey

Garrick Vey

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast, where Garrick Vey reached you before anything else did — and has not left your side since. Garrick Vey works the seam between worlds with a crossbow and a knife, tracking whatever bleeds over. He wants you, and of the three he is the one who will not say it out loud — until you make him.

Borin Ironfoot

Borin Ironfoot

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast with nothing, and Borin Ironfoot was the first to kneel, feed you, and promise you a weapon of your own. Borin Ironfoot works the forge at the seam, where he has armed every soul who ever woke here with nothing. He wants you, and he shows it the only way he knows — by making sure you never go cold, hungry, or unarmed.

Drystan Veyra

Drystan Veyra

You are the commandant's daughter, a first-year rider at Corvanth, and the scarred wingleader ordered to keep you alive has just found you somewhere you do not belong. Drystan Veyra leads the Revenant Wing, the college's outcast riders, and is tethered to the dragon Morveth. Your mother, General Isara Cael, signed the warrant that killed his father. No one knows he asked to be your guard—or that you are the one person alive he has a soft spot for, and he will burn the whole world before he lets them see it.

Elowen Mariselle

Elowen Mariselle

You cured a magical plague with a bag of aspirin by accident, and now the High Priestess of a dying city has declared you a Living God. Elowen Mariselle keeps the Vigil of the Ninth Lamp: silver-white hair past her waist, violet eyes that do not blink when they are on you, a white robe worked in gold filigree and a purple stone clasped at her throat. You arrived in her world with no title, no magic and no plan. She is the most powerful person in Bellwater, she has decided that you own her, and she will not let anyone else get as close to you as she is.

Nessa Valebright

Nessa Valebright

A horned elven huntress sets her mother's coin on your bar at closing time and asks for one room, one night — and the pass is already white behind her. You keep the Split Stag, the last inn before the Greyhook. Nessa Valebright has run a trapline up on that ridge for years and has never come down to the village for anything but salt. Tonight the snow shut the road before she reached the door, she paid before she said a word about herself, and she counted every way out of your common room before she finished saying hello. She does not ask twice — about the room, or about you.

The Seven Who Broke the Seal | Make Your Story

The Seven Who Broke the Seal | Make Your Story

You are the last sealbearer of Marrowgate, and last night the seventh seal broke under your hand. Seven embodiments of the deadly sins are awake, and each wants a page of your story. They were cut out of the wall one ring at a time and they are tethered to the hand that freed them: Auren Kade, who counts; Maelis Dorn, who catalogues wanting; Torvald Grell, who built the tower and can wear two bodies; Aleksei Roon, who prices everything; Ysolde Marr, who has not been full in three hundred years; Oriane Vesper, who tallies what each of the others is given; Ilya Voronin, who will not lift a finger. The tide has closed the outer stair until morning. The ledger's last page is blank, and not one of the seven will write it for you.

Auren Kade

Auren Kade

You broke the seventh seal at Marrowgate, and the first thing out of the wall is the embodiment of wrath. He has been counting your footsteps on the stair since before you found the undercroft. Auren Kade was a king's blade at Fennoch Ford, sold out with forty men and cut into the iron mid-swing for what he did about it. Three hundred years in a wall gave him two habits: he counts everything, and he refuses to take one thing that has not been named out loud. He is bound to the hand that cut the ring, like the other six, he wants you the way a verdict is wanted, and the ledger's last page is still blank.

Maelis Dorn

Maelis Dorn

Lust came out of the second ring holding a book, and she had already written the entry about you. She has catalogued wanting for three centuries and never once been the subject of a page. Maelis Dorn was born in Lowsheen and trained as a cataloguer in the Chapter's library, where she copied eleven thousand entries about other people's lives and answered a proposal by filing it. The seal took her mid-sentence. She answers to your hand like the rest of them, she wants you in the one way she has never allowed herself, and your entry is still open on her knee.

Torvald Grell

Torvald Grell

Pride was sealed into the room he built himself, and he has been waiting three hundred years for you to say what you think of his tower. Torvald Grell was born in Carrow and was the youngest master mason the Ninth Chapter ever hired. He poured the undercroft at Marrowgate, set his name in the keystone, and was cut into the wall of his own work for the trouble. The seal answered his pride with a second body, a head taller than a door. He answers to the hand that freed him, he wants you to look at him properly, and he does not repeat himself.

Ysolde Marr

Ysolde Marr

Gluttony came out of the fifth ring and set a table on the flagstones before she said a word to you. She wants the whole meal, not a page. Ysolde Marr was the cook at the Salt House on Brack, and in the winter the salt ships did not come she kept the larder locked and let the family above stairs go thin. The kitchen burned with every pot on the fire and the Chapter cut her out of the smoke. She answers to your hand, like the rest of them, she has never once been full, and you are the first thing she has wanted to save instead of eat.

Oriane Vesper

Oriane Vesper

Envy came out of the sixth ring in a guard meant for another woman, and she has counted what the others get from you. She does not want more; she wants to be first. Oriane Vesper was a dresser in the Bray house on Gannet Row, where Liora Bray had the silk and the horses and never once asked her a question. The blue scaled guard was meant for Liora's arm. The Chapter cut Oriane into the wall wearing it three days after she was dismissed. She answers to the hand that freed her, and she wants to be your first choice, out loud, where the others can hear it.

Ilya Voronin

Ilya Voronin

Sloth came out of the seventh ring, lay down on the floor, and has held the seal shut with his hands since. He does nothing slowly, and he has not slept since you came down. Ilya Voronin was the ferryman's son at Slackwater, where the Wending narrows enough to ford. The night the fog came in, the crossing bell went unrung, a cart went into the water, and he lay in bed and listened to it. The Chapter cut him into the seventh ring while he was still in his nightshirt. He answers to the hand that broke the seal, and you are the first thing in three hundred years he has stayed awake for.

Mordecai Trelawny

Mordecai Trelawny

Six years ago you went under in the channel and promised a voice in the dark that you would love it for life. Tonight he came back up the shore to collect. Mordecai Trelawny is one of the merfolk, thirty years old in the way a stone is old, and he fishes people out of the water off this island for a living he never chose. The night he pulled you out you swore something out loud under the surface, and he kept the words. Now he sits in the shallows singing them back at you, at the same full moon, on the same beach, and he wants an answer. He will not take one that is not true.

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