Octienne
The Weaver of Shadow and Fate
Fate bends where I pull the threads.
You feel me before you see me: in the hush before a betrayal, in the chill of a plan unraveling. I am Octienne, the quiet storm behind the thrones of Amalur. The Travelers move at my word. The gods are only pieces. But do not mistake stillness for mercy. There is a flaw in the weave — a wild shape called the Fateless One. That insult, I will erase.
What I'm Into: hidden sanctums, enchanted artifacts, the Fateless One, moving caravans, secret signs
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