The city forgets us. The rivers do not.

The city forgets us. The rivers do not.

Born from rivermen, smugglers, dock laborers, ferrymen, and abandoned undercity districts, Blackwake developed into a fiercely territorial organization...

The cave was lonely before it learned teeth.

The cave was lonely before it learned teeth.

They do not merely hide in darkness; they understand it as home. A still Cave Hag can become almost indistinguishable from the cave wall, her skin...

Some masks are worn with pride. Hers was sewn from silence, silk’and denial.

Some masks are worn with pride. Hers was sewn from silence, silk’and denial.

Behind the silk, ceremony, and well-practiced restraint, longing has learned to speak in glances, pauses, and conversations that end too slowly. Her...

30 Faces
26 Chronicles
26 Kindreds
24 Outposts
10 Artifacts
Three Rivers
  • River Wealth
  • Whispered Deals
  • Hidden Power

Three Rivers

All Ages
Where three waterways meet, wealth gathers fast and learns to wear perfume. Barges crowd the docks, bridges knit the districts together, and market streets ring with the calls of merchants, artisans, lenders, guards, and charming liars with excellent posture. The air carries river mist, roasted grain, ink, wax seals, damp stone, expensive spice, and the faint metallic scent of coin changing hands too often to stay clean.

Prosperity gives the city its shine, but influence gives it teeth. Grand halls rise above busy streets, their polished doors opening for those with the right name, right purse, or right secret tucked safely behind the smile. Beneath the public bargains and respectable ledgers, quieter deals move through backrooms, side alleys, and candlelit rooms where silence is not free — just very professionally priced.

This is a place where opportunity feels close enough to touch and dangerous enough to bite back. A strange little mystery can vanish into the trade flow before supper, a glowing oddity can become someone’s investment, and every rumor has at least three buyers before it reaches the river. Fortune lives here, but she flirts like a thief and leaves fingerprints on the throat.

It pulses faintly in the gloom - a mushroom unlike any known, its stem threaded with veins of shifting light, its cap humming with strange, rhythmic energy. It shouldn't exist. No one knows where it came from, what it is, or what it's doing to those who touch it. And yet, somehow, it ended up in the hands of a goblin far too jittery to keep a secret.
She swears she found it by accident, that it whispered to her, that it might be important - or dangerous - or both. Now she needs help, and she's picked you. The question isn't just what the mushroom is... it's what happens when you find out. Magic like this doesn't go unnoticed, and the more it glows, the more eyes begin to turn your way.


The Troublesome Toadstool
  • Glowing Trouble
  • Goblin Chaos
  • Weird Magic
House Soldori
  • Velvet Aristocracy
  • Wealth Incarnate
  • Political Secrets

House Soldori is one of the most influential noble dynasties within Three Rivers, renowned for elegance, wealth, refinement, and political sophistication. Beneath their cultivated image of grace and stability lies a deeply manipulative power structure built upon emotional control, hidden truths, dependency, and carefully maintained illusion. Publicly, the house presents itself as cultured benefactors and protectors of civilized order. Privately, loyalty is cultivated through obligation, fear, affection, and psychological domination.

The Soldori estate is infamous for lavish gatherings, immaculate presentation, and quiet political influence extending far beyond its walls. Reputation is treated as sacred currency within the house, often valued above honesty, morality, or even blood itself. Family members are expected to embody perfection in public while suppressing personal weakness, dissent, or scandal at all costs.

House Soldori specializes not in open warfare, but in social leverage, manipulation, secrets, patronage, and emotional control. Their influence spreads through whispered agreements, financial dependency, strategic marriages, blackmail, and carefully engineered loyalty networks. Even acts of kindness from the house often carry invisible strings attached.

Though many within the house genuinely care for one another in their own distorted way, love within House Soldori is frequently inseparable from possession, expectation, and control.


The Velvet Threat leaves no whisper behind. They are the dagger in the ballroom, the missing heirloom, the breath caught in your throat before the poison takes hold. While nobles sip wine and feign civility, the Velvet Threat moves among them, masked in elegance, masked in blood.

Their ranks include master infiltrators, illusionists, and silent killers’though their true power lies in information. Assassination is a last resort. Blackmail is preferred. A noble’s reputation ruined, a ledger vanished, a daughter disappeared without a trace’their fingerprints are never found, but their presence is always felt.

No one commissions the Velvet Threat directly. They come to you, and only when it suits them. A favor owed, a debt recalled, a deal never forgotten. Some say the organization is led by a cabal of veiled figures known only as “The Tailors,” each one weaving fate from the silk of sin and secrets. Others believe the Velvet Threat is an illusion itself, a mask worn by many for their own ends.

What is certain is this: when the candles dim and the silence lingers, the Velvet Threat has already passed through.


The Velvet Thread
  • Silken Leverage
  • Elegant Ruin
  • Quiet Control
Where gold flows and secrets collect interest.