Who's Who Among the Falconers of the Hollow
These are the names whispered in alleys, cursed over tankards, and sometimes etched into pine coffins. Power here is rarely earned clean, and no soul rises high in Falcon’s Hollow without blood on their hands—or the threat of it close at hand.


Sheriff Deldrin Baleson
Once a lowly lumberjack under Thuldrin Kreed’s crushing regime, Deldrin Baleson became something of a folk hero the day he refused to pay an "axe tax" on a tool he’d already bought. When Payden Teedum, the Consortium’s brutal enforcer, tried to seize it, Deldrin answered with the flat of the axe—across Teedum’s face. That act of defiance won him the people’s respect and the badge of Sheriff within the week. Tall and powerfully built, Deldrin carries that same axe over his shoulder to this day, a silent warning to those who think him tame. His gold-flecked eyes see more than most would prefer.


Kabran Bloodeye
Short, squat, and terrifying, Kabran is a half-orc whose orcish blood simmers just beneath his mostly human façade. His beady, blood-red eyes and greasy black hair mark him as unsavory—but it’s the bronze prosthetic covering his mutilated nose that unsettles most. The crater beneath it—infamously earned in Falcarragh as punishment for “unlawful entertainments”—still leaks blood and mucous, which Kabran dabs with a crimson handkerchief like a twisted nobleman. Owner of The Rouge Lady, he rules the brothel and gambling hall with quiet menace. Few speak against him. Those who do tend to vanish.


Magistrate Vamros Harg
Once a failed barrister in Falcarragh, Vamros Harg is now the hollow’s halfling magistrate—though he holds more fear than power. Kreed plucked him from obscurity and propped him up, but the deal is clear: obey, or be torn down. Harg is clever, and his judgments sharp when he's allowed to speak freely, but the weight of Kreed’s thumb has bent his back and his will. He drinks too much and sleeps too little.


Payden "Pay Day" Teedum
The Over-boss of the Lumber Consortium is as brutish as his face suggests—a smashed, pug-like mug with broken teeth and breath that reeks of blood and darkwood ale. Called “Pay Day” for how he doles out punishment like wages to anyone slow to obey Kreed’s orders, Payden delights in suffering. The only thing thicker than his neck is his loyalty to “Mista Kreed,” though some whisper that even he has limits—deep down, buried beneath years of rot.


Thuldrin Kreed
The true fist around Falcon’s throat, Thuldrin Kreed is the Gavel of the Lumber Consortium—a title that masks the full extent of his power. Ruthless, ambitious, and untouchable, Kreed operates behind layers of muscle, law, and wealth. He rarely raises his voice and never lifts a hand—he has others for that. He has a son, Jurin Kreed, a boy of eleven kept cloistered and schooled on the Perch, though rumors swirl that the child has already learned to lie like his father.


Sharvaros Vade
An odd recluse dwelling in a wind-bitten tower on the Perch, Sharvaros Vade is a man spoken of in tones of curiosity and caution. Thin, pale, and cloaked in quiet, Vade possesses the distant air of a scholar but rarely attends to matters beyond his own arcane research. His eyes—gray and unblinking—miss nothing. His son, Savram Vade, is just nine, but his brilliance already shines through. The boy wanders the Hollow with a quiet intensity that unsettles even seasoned adventurers, his questions sometimes too sharp, too knowing.


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