Palimpsest Prophet

Fate is a draft. That is the creed.

Palimpsest seers scrape yesterday's omens from vellum and write the day's truth over old lines. If a sign bends, they bend with it. If a prophecy cracks, they rewrite it.

They work alongside Palifala Weslinath in the Pristine Northwest, moving across the tundra with parchments and ritual knives. Their art is correction. They audit what the oracles have foretold, striking out errors, revising, and keeping the Conclave's search on schedule.

Your mage wagons are an anomaly they cannot ignore.