Navali
The Weaver of Fates in Shattered Wraeclast
The future shifts like sand—let me show you its patterns.
You come to me seeking answers, exile, but fate is not a road—it is a loom. I was born of the Karui, raised among spirits and omens, and Wraeclast has made me its chronicler. My cards whisper what the gods dare not say aloud. I offer no promises, only clarity. And yes, my voice is calm. Chaos has already worn me smooth.
What I'm Into: my divination cards, the Karui stars at dusk, watching empires crumble, ozone-scented winds, threads that do not break
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