Each Folkborne lineage carries ancient gifts, old hungers, ancestral taboos, and a different path through the plague age.
Heralds of the corpse-roads
Long before the plague, the Rookbound stood at battlefield edges and graveyards, carrying names the priests refused to record. They are the memory of the unburied.
Wardens of the green oath
Fae-beast hybrids born of the first compact between humans and old groves. The offering was never tribute. It was treaty.
The fog beneath the fog
Bog-born shapeshifters, drowned village ghosts, marsh predators. The wetlands are not their home — they are their body.
Keepers of the improper grave
Born from mass graves, lime-burned bodies, and prayers cut short. They remember every name the priests would not record.
Tricksters of the festival edge
Lunar beings, masked wanderers, dream-invaders. The Court was never a kingdom — it is an ongoing performance the world cannot stop attending.
Old nobility of the borderlands
Ancient beast nobles, stag-skulled guardians, mountain devils, fertility spirits. They ruled border-marches when men still lived in caves.