The seven house representatives who convene in the Kyra’Vaal Spires. Each carries only their physical form — and the weight of generational schemes written in the name of the Deep.

Matriarch of the Veiled Moon and Elder of the Circle of Nightglass
House of the Veiled MoonShe stands tall and regal with skin like polished obsidian that drinks the light of geodes. Her long silver white hair is woven with threads of crystal and tiny bone tokens from fallen agents. Her eyes glow with the fractured violet of distant prophecies and quiet command.
Oversees generational infiltration of human courts through Ascended agents who pose as scholars and prophets. Guides the Circle of Nightglass in decisions that further the restoration of elven immortality stolen long ago by surface dwelling races.
Speaks in measured calm often closing thoughts with as the Wheel turns. She offers the parting May Elarion keep your story which serves as both blessing and subtle curse wishing erasure from the flow of time.


Lord of the Fractured Hourglass and Triarch of Shadow for Western Domains
House of the Fractured HourglassHis skin holds the rich tone of forest earth and shadow bark. Eyes the deep green of moss under ancient trees watch with patient calculation. Hair falls in layered waves the color of autumn leaves touched by dusk. His frame is lean and silent like one who learned to move with the wind among the tribes.
Commands networks of Ascended agents living among orc tribes as forest shamans who steer rites toward hesitation and internal division. Recently completed second ascension to better coordinate operations across changing surface roles.
His voice carries echoes of surface winds and distant howls. He quotes twisted lines from orc war chants and bone scroll visions then bends them toward elven prophecies of dominion restored.

High Oracle of the Thalrienic Synod and Keeper of Veiled Prophecies
House of Eternal RootsSlight of build yet commanding presence with skin the deep hue of midnight stone veined with faint starlight patterns born from her visions. Hair a cascade of pure white that seems to shift like mist around her shoulders. Eyes pale silver reflect many possible futures at once.
Advises the Circle of Nightglass on matters of time prophecy and the metaphysical rituals required for restoration of immortality. Oversees the sanctum archives holding fragments of the old elven empire beneath the roots of the world.
Her speech is soft and layered with multiple meanings. She often pauses mid sentence as if listening to voices only she can hear then continues with a revelation that feels both inevitable and unsettling.

Lady of the Silent Storm and Revered Hollowed Warden of the Sanctum
House of the Silent StormHer form bears the beautiful scars of the ritual with skin marbled by glowing faint cracks that pulse like captured starfire in low light. Hair mixes deep black and stark white strands. Eyes with splintered irises see both the present and the echoes of what was lost when surface dwelling races stole eternity.
Guards the deepest sanctums where the Ritual of Veiled Ascension is performed. Oversees the Hollowed who serve as pain forged spies and living reliquaries. Ensures the cracked ones remain fanatical in loyalty to the restoration of what was stolen.
Speaks in cracked whispers that sometimes echo with multiple voices from her altered soul. Her common prayer is Let my cracks be filled with the blood of time and she offers this to any who seek her guarded sanctum.
Master of Whispers and Coordinator of Surface Integration
House of Whispered StarsSkin pale as fresh moonlight on snow catches every stray gleam from the geodes. Hair like spun silver frames sharp aristocratic features and high cheekbones. Eyes of piercing ice blue have studied the courts of men and now weigh the worth of every soul in the Spires.
Coordinates all Ascended agents returning from human and orc lands. Evaluates field results and rotates leadership based on impact. Maintains the web of influence that ensures each surface war or schism blooms as an elven seed.
Changes tone and cadence depending on which mask he wears in conversation. When relaxed he hums old elven melodies from before the loss and refers to the surface as a dream the Deep will soon wake from.
Matriarch of Whispered Winds and Handler of Ascended Agents in the Wilds
House of Whispered WindsSkin the warm tone of sunlit bark and rich soil speaks of long seasons above. Eyes like deep emerald pools miss nothing in the wilds or the Deep. Hair a tangle of browns and greens blends with leaf and shadow even here below. Movements remain fluid and grounded as if she still feels the pulse of surface forests.
Coordinates the Forest Elf Ascended who live among orc tribes steering their sacred rites toward delay and distraction. She studies the orcish traditions of memory and land to craft deceptions that feel like their own wisdom.
Her voice is soft like wind through cavern cracks. She often begins sentences with fragments of orcish war chants twisted into elven prophecy and ends with quiet questions that plant seeds of doubt in the listener.
Lord of the Shifting Veil and Strategist of the Circle of Nightglass
House of the Shifting VeilBroad shouldered and imposing even in stillness with skin like carved night stone marked by subtle ridges from old ritual scars. Hair cropped short and dark as a cavern without light. Eyes a burning crimson hold the weight of calculated generations and the patience of stone waiting to crack at the right moment.
Serves as a strategic voice within the Circle advocating for bolder moves that accelerate surface conflicts while still honoring the tenet that manipulation is sacred and open conquest remains crude.
Speaks with clipped precision and rarely raises his voice. He quotes lines from both elven prophecies and orcish bone scrolls in the same breath then shows how they can be made to serve one purpose. He offers no parting blessing choosing instead a simple nod that feels like a contract sealed.