Forked-Tongue Sage

Oridum Graybrow needed more than soldiers for his expedition. He needed those who could read fault lines, sense the magic buried deep beneath the crust, and trace the signatures of forgotten power. The sages who answered his call, serpentine scholars from Sskah Den, offered exactly that.

They follow in a quiet rustle of cloth, murmuring spells, measuring fissures. They see patterns in the ash, meaning in the magma, and in every eruption, a whisper of Praetoria’s secret.

They report what they want Oridum to know. The rest, they keep for themselves.

Because when the fires die—and the conclave with them—the sages of Sskah Den intend to claim the secret of Praetoria for themselves.