The Everloop Archive

A noble house led by Lord and Lady Thorne, parents of Auren. They care deeply for their people and their son. Their trade lines with Virelay are crumbling due to the Fray. They quietly attempt to protect Auren from his own courage, knowing he is an 'exceptionally bad fighter' despite his brilliant mind and generous heart.

The Veykar's sworn Brethren—his voice, ears, breath, and blood made flesh. They bore no names among slaves. Their robes were cut from conquered horses' hides, dyed with ash and pitch. Their oaths were tattooed from wrist to throat to jaw. One Draethan alone could end a conversation by walking into the room. Ten could end a town. They served as the girl's patrons, recognizing her talent.

Those who can see the Pattern—not just feel it—and sometimes move its threads. They see how time folds and frays, glimpse futures and pasts. But the cost is terrible: some lose their bodies before their minds, becoming ghosts trapped in moments. Others lose their minds but keep walking. Drelmere was once their sanctuary. Only Eidon remained.

Whether mortal or something in between, they were the ones who pinned the world down during the Dawn. They built monuments of intent—towers that hummed, stones that pulsed, maps that bled when torn. They forged the First Map and created the Everloop. But they trapped something in their design, seeded a flaw, and their creation began to Fray.

Guardians of the gaps—those who looked between the threads of the Pattern, peering into the Time Before. Keepers of memory. They once believed everything could be remembered, that history was a circle, that nothing truly ended. Now they whisper of things not written in any loop—things from before the First Map.