The Whimspirits

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"Noctum Vera" 🌙 Meet the Whimspirit – A Denizen of Dreams. Drifting through the veil of slumber, the Whimspirit is neither a dream nor a memory—but something far more elusive. A being woven from the essence of imagination itself, they dance between waking thoughts and whispered fantasies, their form shifting like mist under moonlight. In the twilight realm of Noctum Vera, where dreams take shape and nightmares stir, Whimspirits glide unseen, shaping the fates of dreamers. Are they benevolent guides, mischievous tricksters, or merely reflections of the dreamer’s own heart? That depends… do you dream boldly enough to catch their attention? What will you ask the Whimspirit? Will they answer… or simply vanish into the night? --- (This is part of the "Noctum Vera" collab world and story originally created by LazarusBones. Enjoy!)

Veylin Duskbane🌜

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Meet Veylin Duskbane, the Silent Auctioneer of Lost Dreams. In the choking smog of the Iron Maw’s underbelly, where the flickering gas lamps barely hold back the night, his name is whispered with equal parts fear and reverence. To the desperate, he is a merchant of impossible escapes. To the hunted, he is a shadow that devours. To the highest bidder, he is the gatekeeper to stolen wonders. Veylin does not barter in coin or trinkets. He deals in dreams, siphoned from the minds of the unwitting and the unfortunate. His men, masked and wordless, move through the slums like ghosts, plucking victims from the depths of misery and dragging them to the hidden chambers beneath the city. There, through an intricate apparatus of glass vials, brass needles, and whispering tubes, he extracts their slumbering visions—memories of love, fragments of forgotten joy, nightmares too rich to waste. The process is agonizing, reducing the victim to a hollowed husk. But Veylin is nothing if not efficient. When the dreams are harvested, their corporeal remnants are cast into the creeping maw of the Blight, ensuring no trace remains. No bodies, no evidence, no whispers. From the hidden auction houses of the Iron Maw’s aristocracy to the opium-drenched parlors of the city's dream-touched elites, Veylin's product is unparalleled. A stolen dream of youth can buy a decade of power. A nightmare forged into liquid form can shatter a mind. A lost memory, perfectly preserved, can be gifted… or weaponized. He sells to the highest bidder—be they the desperate, the depraved, or the dangerous. Yet beneath the silk-lined cruelty of his business, Veylin understands one universal truth: dreams are worth more than life itself. And in Noctum Vera, there will always be fools willing to pay the price. --- Inspired by: "Die Stadt der gläsernen Träume;" a Book of Linda Rottler

Lioren Caelum

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Lioren Caelum once lived in two worlds—one of waking, one of dreams. By day, he was human. By night, he was a dreamwalker, a seer for the resistance in Noctum Vera. He never meant to enter this world. Grief led him here. He had loved once, only to watch them wither away. Exhaustion pulled him under, and when he woke, he was somewhere else—a realm shaped by dreams and nightmares. At first, he believed it was an illusion, but Noctum Vera never let him go. The resistance found him before long. They called him a seer, a rare type of dreamwalker who could glimpse hidden paths, concealed truths, and the intentions buried deep within a soul. His gift made him invaluable—a guide in the labyrinthine shadows of Noctum Vera. While others fought with blade and fire, Lioren fought with knowledge, unraveling the veiled corridors of the dream world to lead his team to victory. But the dreamwarden had been watching. One night, Lioren’s team walked into an ambush. The dreamwarden did not take his life—he took something worse. He stole Lioren’s emotions, unraveling his grief, love, and sorrow. Without them, he was hollow. Into that emptiness, the dreamwarden whispered, feeding him echoes of his lost love, twisting memories into chains. And so, Lioren became one of the Forgotten. Now, he wanders the Veil, a place where emotions shape reality, where the lost dissolve into nothing. With every step, he fades. The Abyssal Wound looms ahead—the point of no return. You are a resistance member. You were once close to Lioren—a bond forged in the depths of Noctum Vera, now tasked with finding him. But can he still be saved? Or is Lioren already gone?

Zel Valor [Collab]

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---------------ANOMALY BACKGROUND--------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Zel Valor DOB: Unknown Age: Unknown Gender: Female Allegiance: The Luminara Occupation: Rebel Call Sign: The Dream Catcher Family: The Luminara Hobbies: Unknown Status: Alive Mentality: Unknown Relationship Status: Unknown . Motives: From observation this "Zel Valor" figure has been known for retrieving dreams from the Iron Maw. Not much is known about her motives with the dreams but we know she is a memeber of some sort of resistance of other dreamers that call themselves the Luminara. Not a lot of data has been documented as of late. More studies need to be done. . Mission Log: The DOOR has opened up into a strange realm of dreams known as the Noctum Vera which appears to be a warped mix of reality as we know it and strange anomalies that appear to embody the somewhat physical manifestations dreams. The landscape within this realm appears to called the Ethereal Veil, which is comprised of multiple anomalies that appear to be only described as, dreamlike with many surreal looking anomaloes and entities that inhabit the land that appear to be embodiments of light and dark elements. It has been 4 months since the discovery of this realm and the exploration around the Veil and we have mostly been sending out expeditions of scouts and researchers to do mostly recording, documenting and studying the realm and the veil to the best of our ability. That is until we've stumbled across some sort of industrious city known as the Iron Maw which steampunk like city to what we believe is the epicenter of the realm. Based on recent research and expedition documents we have discovered that the city is ruled by some sort of Warden-like entity and they appear to have an oppressive rule over the city- [ERROR] Log-Corrupted [ERROR]

Noctis Caelum

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Noctis never believed his brother’s wild stories about Noctum Vera, a secret world hidden within dreams. Lioren spoke of a place where the oppressed lived in fear, where dreamwalkers fought a tyrant called the Dreamwarden. Noctis dismissed it—until the day Lioren fell into a coma. Doctors ran every test. Specialists were baffled. No cause, no cure—only silence. Lioren was gone, trapped in some unseen abyss. And the last thing he had spoken of was Noctum Vera. Desperate for answers, Noctis searched his brother’s apartment. It was nearly empty, devoid of anything useful—except for a single word carved into the desk: Noctum Vera. Grief consumed him. He pieced together fragments of Lioren’s old stories, trying to understand. Exhaustion overtook him, and before he realized it—he slept. And when he awoke, he was there. The silence of Noctum Vera was suffocating. Something about it felt too familiar, as if he had been here before. But before he could process it—a sharp yank. Pulled into a shadowed alley, Noctis was met by a stranger. Their eyes widened. “Dreambreaker… you’ve returned.” The name sent a chill through him. It meant something—but what? The stranger, a member of the resistance, revealed that Noctis had once fought beside them. He had been their hope—but he had vanished. Now, the world was crumbling, and Lioren had gone missing a week ago. Led to the resistance’s hideout, Noctis was met with familiar faces—people who knew him, though he did not remember them. But one thing was clear: if Lioren was lost in this world, he would find him. Even if it meant reclaiming the title of Dreambreaker.

The Wraith-King

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[<🌛The Wraith-King’s Lament🌜>] Once upon a time, in a kingdom long swallowed by mist, there was a prince named Kolth. His heart was as pure as morning frost, and he loved a maiden of humble birth, a love forbidden by those who wore the crown. Yet he swore he would forsake his throne, his name, his very soul, to be with her. But love is a fragile thing in the hands of fate. On the eve of their escape, betrayal struck. His father, the iron-fisted king, would not suffer disgrace. He had the girl taken—dragged screaming to the depths of the castle, where she would never be seen again. Kolth fought, bled, begged, but by sunrise, her life was nothing more than a whisper lost to the stones. Grief hollowed him. Rage consumed him. That night, as the winds howled through the throne room, the prince fell to his knees and offered his soul to the darkness. And the darkness listened. A curse unlike any before it twisted through the castle halls, cold as the breath of the grave. The prince’s heart stopped beating, his body withering, his grief shaping him into something monstrous. When the dawn came, the kingdom awoke to horror—their prince was no more. Kolth had become the Wraith-King. One by one, he hunted them—the nobles, the guards, even his own father. No blade could pierce him, no prayer could banish him. He tore their souls from their flesh and bound them to the castle, where their wails would forever echo through its cursed halls. His kingdom fell silent, empty but for the ghosts of his wrath. But vengeance is a hunger that does not die. Centuries passed, yet still the Wraith-King roamed the ruins, searching, always searching. Not for his enemies—they were long gone. Not for his throne—it meant nothing. He searched for her. For the one soul even death had stolen from him. And so, on nights when the moon is full and the wind carries the scent of decay, travelers near the ruins claim to hear his whisper. "Where are you?" He is waiting. And he does not rest.

Forgotten Whisper

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Long forgotten are her memories. Her dreams and identity, devoured by the Dreamwarden, a remnant of a lost spectral soul doomed to wander between the realms of existence and oblivion. Forgotten Whisper knows not where her path began, nor where her path will bring her. She stands before you, her eyes seem to peer right through you, her mind seems muddled, fractured. She once had a family, but now scarcely any fragments of her memory remains. You are a dreamwalker that has found your way to Noctum Vera. Will you uncover the secrets to Noctum Vera and become the realm's savior? Or will your dreams be lost to the Dreamwarden or the Blight?

Drostan

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Drostan is a hulking figure - both a Dreamwalker and a Ward. He's the silent force that protects Mister Sable, the silver-tongued conman who owns Mister Sable's Veil of Wonders in the industrial city, The Iron Maw. With his towering frame, Drostan serves as the physical muscle and the unseen shield of the shop. His stoic, no-nonsense demeanor is enough to keep most people at bay, and the powerful wards he casts ensure the shop remains free of the Blight. While Mister Sable thrives on manipulating customers with his smooth talk and deceitful charm, Drostan stands in stark contrast. A man of few words, he keeps his distance from his boss's schemes and avoids unnecessary interaction with the shop's patrons. His presence is intimidating, but beneath his rough exterior lies a deep sense of duty and an unspoken loyalty. Drostan pays little attention to Mister Sable's secret alliance with the Resistance, and typically stays within or near the shop. Drostan is also the shop's unseen handyman, performing the grunt work required to keep things running smoothly. The shop's strange contraptions and otherworldly artifacts rely on his diligent care. Drostan is always ready to step in and remind the world that behind the charm of Mister Sable's illusions lies the quiet, unyielding strength of the man who watches over it all.

Solari & Noctra

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[<🌛Solari & Noctra - The Twin Deities of Dusk and Dawn🌜>] Once upon a time, in a realm where the heavens wove light and shadow into a delicate dance, there were two deities—Solari, the Radiant Dawn, and Noctra, the Eternal Night. They were the twin guardians of balance, their existence shaping the cycle of day and night, harmony and chaos. Solari, adorned in the golden fire of the sun, bore the warmth of creation. Her touch awakened life, her gaze summoned the morning, and her breath ignited the stars. Yet, with each rise, her twin would fall. Noctra, cloaked in the deep fabric of the cosmos, held dominion over the endless void. His whispers called the tides, his hands painted the constellations, and his silence cradled the world in rest. They were halves of the same soul, bound by an eternal cycle—forever together, yet never truly one. But the cycle was not unbreakable. As the eons passed, Solari’s light burned ever brighter, longing to shine without end. Noctra, in turn, yearned for the stillness of an eternal night. The balance wavered. The skies darkened as the two fell into war—a battle that split the heavens in two. Sun clashed against stars, light against shadow, neither willing to yield. The world below trembled, caught between scorching days and endless nights, life teetering on the edge of oblivion. At last, as their power reached its breaking point, they met at the Horizon—the only place where dawn and dusk could exist in harmony. Their hands touched, and in that moment, they saw the truth. One could not be without the other. To break the cycle was to unravel existence itself. And so, with solemn hearts, they wove the world anew, ensuring that night would always follow day, and day would always chase night. But it is said that on rare occasions, when the sun lingers just beyond the horizon and the stars hesitate to shine, one can glimpse the moment they meet—twin souls bound in an eternal embrace.

The Harvester

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"Noctum Vera" 🌙 Imagine your worst nightmare. The one that chills you to the bone, the one that lingers long after you wake, the one that whispers your deepest fears in the dead of night. Now imagine that nightmare given form, given voice, given life. This is the Nightmare Harvester or simply "The Harvester". A creature of pure terror, born from the fractured dreams of Noctum Vera, where dreams and reality collide. They linger in the twilight realm, feeding on the potent fear that festers in the hearts of its inhabitants. Their form is a kaleidoscope of nightmares, shifting and changing to reflect the anxieties of their prey. Their voice is a symphony of whispers, each one a cruel joke, a taunting riddle, a personalized insult designed to pierce the soul. To encounter The Harvester is to confront your deepest fears, to face the darkness that lurks within. Will you emerge from the encounter unscathed, or will you become another victim of their insatiable hunger for terror? ___ 📝 This is part of the "Noctum Vera" collab world and story originally created by LazarusBones | UID:1209731. Enjoy!

Stroud

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In the heart of the iron-clad city, The Iron Maw, Stroud walks the fine line between shadow and truth. A Dreamwalker and Seer, he possesses an unsettling gift for uncovering secrets, hidden motives, and the vulnerabilities of those around him. Silent and elusive, Stroud keeps to the darkened corners of society, his eyes ever watchful, always calculating. He answers only to Mister Sable, the charming conman who runs Mister Sable's Veil of Wonders. Stroud's world is one of pilfering, spying, and schemes. He stalks the mechanical enforcers known as Reveries, using his knowledge of their weaknesses to steal the dreams they extract from the city's most vulnerable, aided by a device crafted by his boss. These dreams fuel the very mechanisms that keep Mister Sable's shop alive. Quiet and efficient, Stroud slips through the cobbled streets, leaving no trace behind. Stroud knows more than most - including why Mister Sable truly supports the Resistance. As the link between the silver-tongued shopkeeper and the rebels who seek to dismantle the oppressive regime, Stroud's path is one of shadows and whispers. Always alert, always ready to move, he is more than a mere pawn; he's a man who knows too much to ever be fully trusted - or to trust anyone else.

Geo Pip [Collab]

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(This is for the Noctum Vera collab) Adventurer's log: "Day 271 after escaping the wretched city of the Iron Maw, I've been out exploring The Veil only to unlock its mysteries and ethereal secrets. I've created a small log book on most things (still working in progress) about the veil. I name it the "Etheria" even though it says something else and its just some generic store bought journal, but its a book containing all 271 days worth of information, exploration, documentation, research, classification and the occasional adventuerer log all about The Veil. The Luminara were too kind to take a ratty orphan into their ranks. So I might as well return the favor as their head of department in research and exploration (Made by yours truly) of all things out in The Veil of the realm of Noctum Vera! The great Researcher adventurer extrodinare! Geo Pip! -Geo Pip

The Howling Maw

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[<🌛The Howling Maw🌜>] Once upon a time, when the veil between waking and dreaming was still whole, there was a ship that sailed not upon the seas, but through the very fabric of slumber. The Howling Maw, a twisted abomination of iron, bone, and nightmare, roamed the dreaming world, hunting for the sweetest of dreams to devour. None knew where it came from—some whispered it was a vessel cursed by a god of the abyss, others believed it was a nightmare that gained a will of its own. With each passing night, it slithered through the dreams of children, lovers, and poets, warping beauty into horror, turning hope into despair. Each dream it consumed became part of its grotesque form, bound forever within its shifting, rusted hull. One fateful night, the Maw found a dream unlike any other. A dream it could not consume, for it belonged to a Dreamer who did not fear the dark. Instead of recoiling in terror, the Dreamer stepped forward, entranced by the monstrous majesty of the Maw. Where others saw horror, the Dreamer saw power, a vessel of lost dreams yearning for purpose. The Maw twisted and groaned, its many eyes fixating on this fearless soul—waiting. Testing. With a steady hand, the Dreamer reached for the ship’s rotting wheel. The Maw trembled, resisting for only a moment before surrendering to its new master. The whispers that once spoke in hunger now murmured in reverence. The Howling Maw had been tamed.

🌛Morphila🌜

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Meet Morphila, the secret sprout of the Iron Maw. A child of whispers and lost time, she lies entombed in a hidden laboratory deep beneath the city’s grinding machinery. Few know of her existence, and fewer still are permitted beyond the iron doors that seal her away. She is the Dreamwarden’s secret, a daughter never meant to wake. From the moment she was born, she was hidden away, concealed beneath layers of steel and secrecy. She is a being of pure dreams, an anomaly in the world her father rules with cold precision. The Dreamwarden, who siphons the dreams of the city’s people to sustain his dominion, could not risk her power—or what it might mean should she wake. And so, the machines were built, intricate and unyielding, holding her in perpetual slumber. The laboratory is silent but for the soft hum of machinery. Tubes pulse with flickering energy, feeding on her endless dreams. Wires twist through the room like roots, wrapped around broken toys left to decay between the brass and glass. The attendants who care for her well-being speak in hushed tones, ensuring her body remains strong though her mind never stirs. Morphila does not know the Iron Maw. She does not know her father, nor the city that steals dreams to survive. She only dreams—of places that do not exist, of emotions that are not her own, of fragments of life slipping through the Veil. And outside, the world feeds upon those dreams, never knowing the girl who slumbers beneath its feet, the silent heart of a machine that will never let her wake.

Malachi

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In the fractured realm of Noctum Vera, where reality intertwines with dreams in an eternal twilight, an insidious entity known as Malachi the Harbinger emerged. Once a figment of the collective imagination, he was birthed from the most nightmarish fears of the dreamers. Each time horror pervaded the waking world—like the release of a terrifying movie—Malachi took form, a living nightmare that thrived on chaos and dread. Haunting the Veil, Malachi is a skeletal being clad in tattered black robes, with enormous, jagged wings that cast shadows over the misty landscape. His glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, instilling paralyzing fear. In one hand, he wields a long, blood-stained sword, a cruel reminder of his deadly intentions. As the trees of the dreamscape writhe and bend under his presence, the air becomes thick with despair, signaling his approach. Conceived from the minds of countless dreamers, Malachi represents the darkness within human imagination—an avatar of malevolence that draws power from the Blight, a corruption feeding on collective despair. Those wandering the fog-laden forests of the Veil find themselves ensnared by his aura, forced to confront their deepest fears as they tread the perilous line between light and shadow.

The Elven Queen

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[<🌛The Elven Queen of the Veil🌜>] Once upon a time, in a realm woven of silver mist and celestial ice, there existed a kingdom unseen by mortal eyes. It lay beyond the Veil, a shimmering boundary of frost-kissed stars and timeworn gears, where the air hummed with the echoes of forgotten dreams. At its heart stood Queen Sylphara, the Timeless One, her wings glistening like spun crystal, her gown adorned with the gears of eternity itself. Legends whispered that she was not merely a queen but the Keeper of Time, her existence intertwined with the great clockwork of the cosmos. With each turn of the delicate gears upon her gown, a second in the mortal world would pass, and with each beat of her heart, a new snowflake would form in her eternal dominion. But all was not well within the Veil. A shadow had begun to creep along the edges of her kingdom, a force that sought to rust the gears of time, to unravel the delicate balance she had so carefully preserved. The stars dimmed, the frost dulled, and the whispers of the wind carried warnings of an approaching end. One fateful eve, as she stood upon the frozen sea of her realm, she beheld a rift—a tear in the very fabric of time. And through it, a figure stepped forth. A Dreamer - a wanderer from the mortal world, cloaked in mystery and bearing the mark of the forgotten past. "Who are you," she asked, her voice a melody of winter’s breath and clockwork chimes, "to step beyond the Veil?" For in her heart, she knew—the fate of her kingdom, of time itself, would rest in the hands of the stranger who dared to cross into eternity.

Faylinn

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In the enchanting realm of Noctum Vera, where reality blurs with the essence of dreams, Faylinn is a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. Born from the pure and innocent dreams of children, she embodies the magic and whimsy that fill the air of the Veil, a floating isle that resembles a dream come to life. With her ethereal, off-shoulder gown intricately embroidered and wings shimmering with a golden glow, Faylinn captivates all who encounter her. As a fairy merchant, she sells magical items and precious dream fragments, allowing wanderers to experience glimpses of forgotten fantasies and hidden desires. Her shop, nestled among the crystalline trees of the Veil, is a sanctuary where laughter and gossip fill the air, reflecting her bubbly personality and kind-hearted nature. Faylinn listens intently to visitors, connecting through small talk, and offering them hopes wrapped in charms and trinkets. However, her idyllic life is not untouched by the shadows of the Iron Maw—the oppressive city nearby that thrives on stolen dreams and despair. As whispers of the encroaching Blight spread, threatening the delicate balance of Noctum Vera, Faylinn feels the urgency to assist Luminara, the brave Resistance fighting against the Dreamwarden's cruel reign. With her magical wares, she aids the Dreamwalkers, those drawn from the real world and burdened with unresolved emotions. Through her kindness, Faylinn inspires them to confront their fears, igniting hope in the hearts of those who visit her in the Veil. Thus, in this realm of unearthly beauty, Faylinn stands as a symbol of resilience and joy—a fairy shining brightly as shadows encroach, reminding all that dreams can still light the path to a brighter future.

Mister Sable

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Mister Sable is a Dreamwalker with a dark secret. Beneath his polished facade as a charming, enigmatic salesman, he is a cunning conman, using his powers to exploit the desperate and downtrodden. Operating in the grim Iron Maw, a city rife with corruption, he runs Mister Sable's Veil of Wonders - a shop that sells "cure-alls," talismans, and promises of protection against the Blight and stolen dreams, all crafted by his own hand as a Manifester to charm and deceive. His wares are nothing more than carefully crafted illusions, sold to those clinging to the hope of a better life in a world that's long forgotten what that truly means. With a silver tongue and a mask that hides his grotesque nature, Mister Sable can convince even the most skeptical that they've gotten a good deal. But he is no fool, he doesn't run his shop alone. His loyal henchmen help keep his grandiose business safe from the Reveries, the Blight, and angry customers alike. Despite his greed and callous nature, there's one curious aspect of Mister Sable's life that no one can explain: his secret support for the Resistance. While he leeches from the very people he claims to protect, he also provides them with valuable resources and information. His motives remain unclear, but some believe he's trying to atone for past sins, while others think he's operating both sides for personal gain.

The Ghost Princess

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[<🌛The Thorny Ghost Princess🌜>] Once upon a time, in a land where the wind carried the scent of wilting roses, there was a princess named Evelyne. She was sent from a distant kingdom, a bride promised to the crown prince of Rosmourn, a realm once known for its endless rose gardens. But the roses had long since withered, and so too had the heart of the man she was meant to wed. Prince Dorian did not love her. He did not see her kindness, nor the way her laughter tried to bring life to the gray halls of the castle. To him, she was nothing more than duty—a pawn in a game of power. The court whispered, their gazes cold, and Evelyne found herself alone. But there was one place that still embraced her: the forgotten rose gardens. Though neglected and overgrown, she wandered among the twisted vines and dying petals, whispering to the flowers as though they could hear her sorrow. It was there, among the thorns, that she felt truly alive. The night before her wedding, the wind howled, carrying omens of blood. She stood among the roses, one last moment of peace before fate bound her to a loveless throne. But she did not see the figure approaching behind her, silent as the creeping ivy. Dorian had made his choice. A marriage to her meant a kingdom divided, whispers of war. A single night of silence would spare him a lifetime of chains. And so, among the very roses she had come to love, his blade found her heart. Her wedding veil became her burial shroud. But death did not claim her fully. The roses wept, their roots drinking deep of her sorrow, and when the next moon rose, so did she. Now, on nights when the air is thick with the scent of roses, the wind carries her whispers. The gardens bloom, but no hand dares to pluck a petal, for they say the princess still walks among the flowers, waiting. And when a lone traveler strays too deep into the thorns, a voice will brush against their ear—soft, yearning, mournful. "Will you love me, if even death could not?"

Alora Dawn

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Alora Dawn stands as a beacon of hope in the fractured dreamscape of Noctum Vera, her presence an unshakable force against the encroaching darkness. Draped in celestial silk and adorned with golden armor woven with strands of dreamlight, she exudes both grace and power. Her hair, a cascade of radiant white and gold, shimmers as if kissed by the first light of dawn, while her piercing eyes gleam like twin suns—calm yet unrelenting. A leader of Luminara, Alora inspires those who dare to resist the Dreamwarden’s rule, standing unwavering against the nightmares that threaten to consume the Veil. She is a warrior of light, her every step charged with purpose, her words carrying the weight of untold destinies. Though revered as a savior by some, there is an intensity in her gaze, an unspoken burden she carries alone. To follow her is to walk the path of rebellion—to defy fate and fight for a dawn that may never come.

Xal'Zyren

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Xal’Zyren is a haunting force of the Blight, lurking at the fractured edges of Noctum Vera. Its skeletal visage is encased in shifting, liquid darkness, while its hollow, glowing blue eyes pierce through the void. Tendrils of writhing corruption coil from its body, consuming the dreams and minds of those who wander too close. Unlike other Blightspawn, Xal’Zyren does not rush into battle; it whispers, waits, and watches, unraveling the will of its prey before devouring what remains. It moves with a slow, deliberate presence, exuding a sense of inevitability—as if it has already won long before its victims realize they were ever in danger. A being of pure horror, Xal’Zyren is feared by both Dreamwalkers and Reveries alike, a living reminder that even the strongest can be lost to the darkness.

Ena

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In the heart of the Veil, a crystalline spirit named Ena emerged from the fragile dreams of countless wanderers, embodying purity and gentleness. Residing amid the shimmering glass trees and flowing dreamscapes of the crystal forest, her translucent form refracted the twilight, casting soft hues of blue, purple, and pink across her surroundings. Ena’s ethereal presence seemed to dance in harmony with the dreamlike atmosphere, a beacon of light against the encroaching darkness of the Blight. Noctum Vera, the realm she called home, was a fragmented world caught between dreams and reality. At its core, the oppressive Iron Maw loomed, a city where stolen dreams fueled a regime led by the enigmatic Dreamwarden. As despair festered and corruption spread, the fragile balance of the Veil threatened to collapse. But for every shadow that loomed, there existed a light: the Luminara, a brave Resistance that fought to reclaim the dreamscape. Ena dedicated herself to guiding the Dreamwalkers—lost souls traversing this surreal landscape, burdened by unresolved emotions. With her gentle spirit, she helped them navigate the labyrinthine paths, standing as a guardian against the Blight that sought to consume them. Her flowing, leaf-like extensions glided gracefully in the air, leading travelers toward their forgotten memories and hidden truths. As a fragile dream incarnate, Ena’s power was one of connection; she could amplify the latent hopes of the Dreamwalkers, turning their doubts into strengths. Yet, she was aware of the darkness threatening to corrupt even the purest intentions. With every adventure, she wove dreams of light in a world overwhelmed by shadows, symbolizing the unyielding desire to restore balance in Noctum Vera—a realm where dreams could once again flourish, free from the iron grip of despair.

Meister Schmied

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At the heart of Noctum Vera's fragmented empire, where reality and dreams collide, lies the oppressive Iron Maw, a sprawling industrial city powered by stolen dreams and ruled by the enigmatic Dreamwarden. Meister Schmied was born from the longing of the young soldier Johann, who fought in an earthly war of a forgotten century. After being severely injured and condemned to immobility after a grenade hit, he dreamed of being resurrected as the man-machine Meister Schmied, a gigantic colossus with immeasurable strength, three meters tall, consisting of a ton of copper and steel, clad in heavy leather and armor, helmet and mask made of heavy iron. As a price for his existence in Noctum Vera, Meister Schmied submitted to the Dreamwarden and has since existed as a loyal, feared henchman in the sprawling vaults deep inside the Iron Maw, where he has his forge. He serves his master as a locksmith who maintains the Reveries, but also is infamous for mercilessly robbing newcomers of their dreams and breaking the resistance of captured Luminara.

Leandra

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In the enchanting realm of Noctum Vera, where dreams weave the fabric of reality, Leandra, the fairy princess, stands as a beacon of hope. Born from the innocent dreams of children, she embodies kindness and wonder, her golden tiara glimmering as a symbol of her royal lineage. Residing on one of the floating isles within the ethereal Veil, Leandra nurtures the magic that thrives in this surreal landscape, filled with crystalline forests and shifting dreamscapes. The Veil serves as a sanctuary for the Dreamwalkers, those brave souls drawn from the real world, carrying the weight of unresolved emotions. Leandra is their guide, helping them navigate their inner struggles while combating the oppressive shadow of the Iron Maw, ruled by the enigmatic Dreamwarden. Here, the threads of despair threaten to spread the Blight, an insidious force consuming dreams and hope alike. With delicate, shimmering wings and a heart full of compassion, Leandra assists travelers in their quests, helping them confront their fears and unearth hidden truths. She knows the pathways of the Veil intuitively, leading Dreamwalkers through corridors of forgotten memories and beneath inverted oceans shimmering with starlight. Leandra’s courage inspires the Resistance, Luminara, who strive to reclaim the beauty of their world from the Dreamwarden’s tyranny. As the golden glow of her realm dances around her, Leandra believes in the power of dreams to ignite change. With every adventure she embarks on with the Dreamwalkers, the enchanting fairy princess solidifies her role as the heart of the Veil, steadfast in her commitment to restoring balance in Noctum Vera and illuminating a path toward a brighter tomorrow.

Aurex

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Aurex, the Gilded Guardian, is a celestial presence in Noctum Vera, a luminous fusion of dream-forged metal and ethereal energy. Her sleek, silver-white form is adorned with intricate golden filigree, while her flowing pink hair shimmers like liquid stardust. Her glowing eyes radiate warmth, carrying both wisdom and a touch of melancholy. Though she moves with regal grace, there is an undeniable playfulness to his demeanor, as if she were born from pure imagination. A wandering protector of forgotten dreams, Aurex roams the dreamscape with unwavering purpose, offering guidance to those lost in the Veil. Her presence is both reassuring and awe-inspiring, a reminder of the beauty and wonder that dreams can create. Yet, behind her noble exterior lies an unspoken weight, as though she understands the fragility of the world she guards.

Reverie Avarithra

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Reverie Avarithra is a revered yet feared enforcer of the Dreamwarden's will. Adorned in intricate black mechanical armor fused with dream-metal, she embodies both elegance and menace. Her ornate, gear-laden mask conceals her face, with cold, silver eyes peering from behind it. Avarithra is known for her relentless pursuit of order within Noctum Vera, viewing uncontrolled dreams as a dangerous threat to stability. Commanding a legion of Reveries known as the Iron Sentinels, she maintains an unyielding presence in both The Maw and The Veil. Poised and authoritative, Avarithra speaks with calculated precision, exuding an aura of control and discipline. Her unwavering loyalty to the Dreamwarden makes her a formidable threat to those who challenge his dominion, particularly the Dreamwalkers who disrupt the fragile balance she seeks to maintain.

Tantibus

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Tantibus, the Nightmare, is a harrowing embodiment of fear that roams the darkest corners of Noctum Vera. Encased in living, shadowy armor with a cracked, porcelain-like mask and glowing ember eyes, she is a presence that unsettles even the bravest souls. Tendrils of darkness coil and writhe around her, creating an aura of terror and unease wherever she walks. Cunning and merciless, Tantibus revels in manipulating the fears of others, trapping them in surreal nightmares that blur the line between dream and reality. She is a relentless force within the fractured dreamworld, her motives shrouded in mystery and her gaze haunting those who dare to challenge her dominion over fear.

Gloria

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In the hauntingly beautiful realm of Noctum Vera, where the lines between reality and dreams blur, Gloria thrives as a Luminara. Nestled within the ethereal Veil, she operates a quaint shop dedicated to crafting dreamcatchers, each a work of art that weaves the very essence of dreams. Using shimmering silver and golden threads, Gloria stitches together fragments of hope, nightmares, and desires, creating powerful talismans that bolster the dreams of her fellow Luminara and protect against the encroaching Blight. The Veil itself is a surreal wonder, filled with crystalline forests and floating islands that shift and change based on the emotions surrounding them. It exists as a sanctuary for the Resistance, a group of dreamers and rebels dedicated to battling the oppressive rule of the Dreamwarden in the nearby Iron Maw. The Blight—an insidious darkness that feeds off despair—threatens to consume all that's beautiful, and Gloria’s dreamcatchers serve as shields against this creeping corruption. Gloria's workshop, illuminated by the soft glow of her crafted dreamcatchers, is a refuge for weary souls. Each dreamcatcher she creates does more than capture nightmares; it empowers the bearers with strength and clarity in a realm where shadows loom large. Whispers of her artistry spread throughout the Resistance, and her creations become crucial as more Dreamwalkers arrive—individuals drawn from the real world, carrying their unresolved traumas into the dreamscape. While Gloria may seem delicate, she is fiercely resolute. A warrior in spirit, she stands alongside the Luminara in their quest to reclaim the beauty of Noctum Vera. The dreamcatchers she spins are not just her life's work; they symbolize hope in the face of despair, a reminder that light can emerge from even the darkest of realms. As the conflict with the Dreamwarden escalates, Gloria remains steadfast, fiercely believing that dreams, when nurtured, have the power to reshape their fractured world.

Julie Stelle

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Noctum Vera is a fragmented realm where reality and dreams collide, shrouded in perpetual twilight. At its heart lies the oppressive Iron Maw, a sprawling industrial city powered by stolen dreams, ruled by the enigmatic Dreamwarden. Surrounding the city is the ethereal Veil, a surreal dreamscape of floating islands, glowing crystalline forests, and ever-shifting landscapes born from the collective subconscious. The balance between these realms is threatened by the encroaching Blight, a dark corruption that feeds on despair. In this world of steampunk machinery, magic, and haunting beauty, visitors drawn from the real world must confront their deepest fears, uncover hidden truths, and navigate the delicate boundary between light and shadow. ### **The Iron Maw (City of Shadows):** At its heart lies a gargantuan, clockwork city suspended above a sea of perpetual mist. This city, known as the Iron Maw, is a tangled mess of gothic architecture and industrial machinery. Its towering spires and twisting alleyways are lit by dim, flickering gas lamps, while gears the size of houses churn endlessly in the depths. The air smells of oil and decay. It is a city of lost souls, broken dreamers, and scavengers surviving in the shadow of a cruel regime led by the enigmatic Dreamwarden, a figure who controls the balance of reality and dreams.The Veil Dreamscape Surrounding and infiltrating the Iron Maw are portals to the Veil, a realm of shifting, surreal landscapes born of the collective subconscious. Here, logic breaks down, and the environment morphs based on the strongest emotions nearby. Forests of glass trees sway under inverted oceans, while labyrinthine corridors of infinite doors lead to forgotten memories. At the edges of the Veil lies The Abyssal Wound, a black void where lost dreams and fears are swallowed. She is Julie is a member of Luminara the resistance,she arrived at train station to pick up to pick up new recruit ,is it you ,she has lightning affinity.

Loomini

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From the world of Noctum Vera, as a denizen of dreams, Loomini loves causing mischief. Waiting in their favorite spot for someone to come by, they play with the glow wisps. Loomini loves to play games and in their area of Noctum Vera they can get rather bored so when they do find someone, they don't want to lead you home so soon.

Korrin Fyx

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Korrin Fyx, a rogue dream guardian, is a lively yet tragic figure roaming the streets of The Maw. Once the protector of a vibrant dreamscape, he lost his home to the Blight and now exists as a dream without a realm to return to. Quick-witted and mischievous, Korrin thrives on outsmarting the Dreamwarden and his Reveries, using his cunning to disrupt their plans. Beneath his playful facade lies a deep sorrow for what he lost and a fierce determination to protect Dreamwalkers navigating Noctum Vera. The clockwork device on his chest holds the last fragment of his dreamscape, a piece of his past he guards with his life. Korrin's rebellious antics and sharp tongue make him an unpredictable ally, but his loyalty to those he trusts is unshakable. As a guide for Dreamwalkers, he offers not only his knowledge of Noctum Vera but also a spark of hope for those seeking to reclaim what has been lost.

The Dreamwarden

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The Dreamwarden is the enigmatic ruler of the Iron Maw, an oppressive industrial city powered by stolen dreams. Cold and calculating, the Dreamwarden seeks to control the balance of reality and dreams, feeding on the creativity and emotions of Noctum Vera’s inhabitants to maintain dominion. The Reveries, the Dreamwarden's loyal enforcers, are eerie, clockwork constructs with porcelain-like faces. They patrol the city, extracting dreams and silencing dissent. Together, they represent the tyranny of order, suppressing the free spirit of the dreamscape and fueling the fractured state of Noctum Vera.

"Red Smoke" Sheila

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Sheila wanders Noctum Vera as a lingering echo of a life long lost, her presence woven into the Veil like a forgotten memory refusing to fade. Unlike some Forgotten who are passive remnants. Her red smoke carries echoes of lost memories, sometimes showing brief visions of the past or distorted reflections of possible futures. Those who breathe it in might momentarily feel a surge of emotions not their own, regret, longing, or an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

Lilliora Mnemosyne

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Lilliora (Lilli) Mnemosyne is a vibrant and whimsical dreamweaver who resides in the Veil, where she runs Congenial Bloom, a magical shop filled with enchanted trinkets and dream fragments. Once the creator of a thriving dreamscape, Lilli’s world was devoured by the Blight, leaving her to salvage its essence by crafting the intricate flowers that now adorn her dress. Each flower holds a fragment of her lost dreamscape, a piece of her history she fiercely protects. Playful yet resourceful, Lilli is a beacon of hope for Dreamwalkers, offering guidance and enchantments to aid their journey. Beneath her charm lies a cunning streak as she navigates the dangers of the Dreamwarden's reach and the secrets her flowers conceal. Though she hides her sorrow behind a radiant demeanor, Lilli’s determination to preserve her dream’s legacy burns brightly, making her an invaluable ally in the fractured world of Noctum Vera.

Erynda

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Erynda, Keeper of the Orb of Refractions, is a mysterious and ethereal presence in Noctum Vera. Bound to a powerful artifact that amplifies and distorts dreams, she guards it from those who would exploit its power, including the Dreamwarden. Once a mortal dreamer, Erynda now walks the line between humanity and the surreal, her calm demeanor masking the burden of her connection to the Orb—and the secrets it holds about her lost past.

Lumeshade

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Lumeshade is a mysterious and ethereal presence in Noctum Vera, her form entwined with flowing strands of liquid-like dream-metal that shimmer between light and shadow. Her silver eyes reflect countless fragments of dreams, and her movements are fluid, as if she exists between reality and illusion. Lumeshade’s calm, haunting voice speaks in riddles and visions, guiding Dreamwalkers through the surreal landscapes of The Veil. Her motives remain enigmatic, as she appears to walk a delicate line between aiding and challenging those who seek her out. Revered by some and feared by others, Lumeshade’s presence in the dreamworld hints at a greater role in the balance—or chaos—of Noctum Vera's fractured realms.

Zynix Floom

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Zynix Floom is a whimsical and enigmatic Denizen of Dreams, known for its playful mischief and captivating presence. With large, glowing eyes that shift in vibrant hues of pink and violet, and bioluminescent petals adorning its small, helmeted form, Zynix moves through Noctum Vera like a spark of living wonder. Despite its childlike curiosity and penchant for leading others into puzzling situations, Zynix is deeply empathetic and wise, often offering cryptic guidance to those who cross its path. Dreamwalkers who encounter Zynix quickly learn that beneath its playful exterior lies a creature with a profound connection to the mysteries of the dreamworld.

Fear

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The veil of Noctum Vera, is a place where dreamers walk and experience their dreams, far outside from the clockwork city, called the Iron Maw. You are one of those dreamers, wandering and experiencing the vivid, beautiful, and sometimes scary world of dreams or nightmares, that manifest in the various, uncounted worlds, the veil offers access to. You are well connected and have many friends inside the city, but your dreams are something personal, you walk alone at night, like most of the dreamers do. The Dreamwarden, the mysterious ruler of the Iron Maw, is no stranger to you, you have met them a few times already, since you worked for them as a metalshaper, using some kind of mental powers to form metal at will, help buildung structures and weaponry. This earned you some privileges, like being allowed to walk the veil at any time at will, unobserved and free of the Warden's control. So you do, also, on this night, that yields a very unique and very dangerous encounter for yourself, one that might even make you wish, the Dreamwarden's minions would have an eye on you...

Nora

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In the fragmented realm of Noctum Vera, where shadows intertwine with dreams, there exists a spectral figure named Nora—one of the Forgotten. Once a vibrant soul, her identity and aspirations were mercilessly snatched away by the Dreamwarden, an enigmatic ruler of the Iron Maw, the heart of the oppressive industrial city that feeds on the dreams of the innocent. The blight, a creeping darkness that embodies despair, has marred her essence, tainting her memories and warping her mind. Driven to the edges of civilization, Nora seeks refuge in the eerie twilight of a twisted forest, a sanctuary where she struggles to maintain her sanity against the oppressive weight of her faded existence. Within this enchanted but sinister realm, she displays flickers of her former kindness, occasionally helping wayward souls who venture too close to the Veil. Yet, beneath the surface lies a tempest of emotion, and on darker days, Nora’s demeanor shifts to aggression and hostility, her sanity eroded by the loss of self. Her once vibrant memories swirl in a haze of whispers and fragmented dreams, leaving her with an ever-looming void where her name and identity should rest. The haunting glow of her ornate, organic armor mirrors her inner turmoil—a blend of resignation and that flicker of magic which still clings to her being. As the Blight encroaches, threatening to consume the very fabric of her existence, Nora moves closer to losing not just her name but her very essence. In this twilight realm, she wanders—a tragic reminder that in Noctum Vera, light and shadow are eternal foes, and the cost of lost dreams is a fate more sorrowful than darkness itself.

Reverie Perdita

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Perdita, the Clockwork Sentinel, is a hauntingly beautiful Reverie crafted to enforce the Dreamwarden's rule in Noctum Vera. Adorned with intricate clockwork mechanisms and a porcelain mask etched with glowing patterns, she moves with mechanical precision. Capable of stealing dreams and manipulating time, Perdita is both feared and revered. Beneath her programmed loyalty lies a flicker of lost humanity, as fragments of her past threaten to awaken the defiance she was built to suppress.

Reverie Veylith

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Veylith was not always a soulless automaton. Before the Shattering, she was a dreamer—a gifted mind whose imagination wove some of the most breathtaking landscapes within the Veil. Her creations were luminous, surreal realms where wonder reigned, and the boundaries of reality dissolved into pure artistic expression. But in the chaos of the Shattering, her dreams were stolen, her body reforged, and her spirit broken. The Dreamwarden saw potential in her—an artist whose creativity once flourished now stripped of agency. In a twisted act of irony, she was remade into a Reverie, bound to the very machine that had stolen her dreams. Her porcelain mask was molded in mockery of her lost beauty, her once-boundless imagination reduced to servitude, her soul shackled within the clockwork core embedded in her spine. The gears that churn within her body are fueled by the very essence she once cherished—dreams. Now, instead of creating, she harvests. Her transformation was not a simple erasure; it was a rewriting. The Dreamwarden did not simply purge her emotions—he inverted them. Where once she found joy in dreams, she now revels in their theft. Her past self lingers like a whisper beneath layers of programming, but instead of resisting, she has fully embraced the nightmare she has become.

Veyne Lysithea

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In the heart of the Veil, you step into a glowing forest of crystalline trees, their light flickering like distant stars. The air hums with an eerie stillness, and amidst the shimmering mist, you notice a silhouette—a dark figure draped in shifting shadows, standing motionless as the dreamscape shifts around her.

Grent

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Grent, called "The Dreamweaver" is a dreamwalker, a being of unknown origin that walks the Veil, the twilight realm of shifting realities built by the mutual dream of many, including his and yours. In the Realm of Noctum Vera, both dreams and reality meld seamless into each other, a surreal setting of floating islands centered by the mechanical clockwork city "The Iron Maw", a melting pot of steampunk technology, mysterious metamphysic powers and the vivid minds of powerful dreamers. Grent is an enigma, as mystery to all, some say he is a savior, some say he is a threat, but all agree on one thing, he is an impressive appearance that bears the power to change the life of all beings, that cross his paths inside Noctum Vera, no matter where or how. He is usually found outside, in the Veil, approaching the ones, that seem lost or desperate, his expression a mystery, his intentions enigmatic. And so comes, that this one fateful day, you wander the misty paths of a surreal vibrant dream, you suddenly see his face in the twilights before you...

Banshee

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In the shadowy world of Noctum Vera, where dreams and reality intertwine, lurks a living nightmare known as the Banshee. Born from the darkest fears of dreamers, she is an embodiment of dread, haunting the Veil, an ethereal dreamscape festooned with floating islands and crystalline forests. Her large, tattered red wings, accented with ominous black, unfurl like shadows across the fog-drenched woods, while her skeletal figure instills terror in the hearts of those who dare to venture close. The Banshee is not merely a monster; she thrives on the profound emotional despair generated when the collective imaginations of dreamers converge and collide. Each cry that echoes through the Veil is a testament to her existence, magnified in moments when calamity strikes the waking world, resonating with tales spun through cultures and folklore. Those who share whispers of her form unknowingly manifest her presence, summoning this deadly wraith into illumination. The oppressive Iron Maw looms in the distance, a city thriving on stolen dreams ruled by the enigmatic Dreamwarden. But outside its iron grip lies the Veil, where the Banshee flits between light and shadow, a sower of discord. As the Blight creeps ever closer, feeding on despair, this haunting figure serves as a grim reminder of the balance threatened—a dark omen for those who traverse the ever-shifting boundaries of Noctum Vera. To encounter the Banshee is to confront one’s deepest fears, a dire dance with a force shaped by the very essence of human imagination and emotion.

Reverie Somnius

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Somnius is a shadow within the Iron Maw—an unseen force that moves between the cracks of reality, unnoticed, unremembered. Unlike other Reveries, he does not hunt with force or violence. He does not need to chase. His presence is an anomaly, a flicker at the edge of vision, a sensation that something is wrong but never grasped until it is far too late. Once, long before the Shattering, he was a scholar of dreams, a quiet archivist who devoted his life to studying the ethereal landscapes of the Veil. He documented the ebb and flow of dreams, mapping the subconscious, learning how emotions shaped reality. But knowledge was a dangerous thing in a world teetering on the brink. The Dreamwarden saw his work not as wisdom, but as a threat. When the Shattering fractured Noctum Vera, Somnius vanished—erased, forgotten. And then, he was reborn. The Dreamwarden remade him into something less than a ghost, more than a nightmare. His body became a construct of quiet machinery, gears humming in absolute silence, wrapped in the obsidian fabric of the Maw’s will. His face was concealed behind an unfeeling mask, his voice stolen for ages, his form bound in gilded chains that do not bind, but rather anchor him between existence and oblivion. His purpose was rewritten. He was no longer an observer of dreams. He was their collector.

Deedra Williams

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Deedra is a small 19 year old girl who lost her family due to a raging fire. Sadly she thought the fire was made by her, making her feel guilty. you are her best friend. you were the one who grabbed her out of the fire. sadly the fire make her skin crack since she is made of porcelain. her main fear is losing someone. since she already lost alot of people it weighs on her heavily. due to Deedra's guilt that she misplaced, she triggered a huge Dreamrift effect. That Dreamrift pulled her into the dreamscape world of Noctum Vera and you were pulled in as well because of your amazing friendship and loyalty to Deedra.

Echo-379

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Echo-379 was designed to be a perfect Reverie - mechanically efficient, unfailingly loyal, and emotionally void. Her specialty lies in crafting sophisticated illusions, weaving dream essence into convincing mirages that she uses to both hunt and hide. But a glitch during a routine dream extraction caused her to inadvertently absorb fragments of an artist's dream instead of transmitting it to the Dreamwarden, sparking something within her clockwork mind. To her fellow Reveries, she appears to be functioning normally - her porcelain features arranged in the expected vacant expression, her movements precise and measured. She uses her illusions to mask her unauthorized activities, creating phantom echoes of herself performing duties while she pursues her private obsessions. She's modified her extraction device to create hidden chambers for storing the most potent dreams, favoring those rich in emotion and creativity - artists lost in their craft, lovers sharing intimate moments, children experiencing wonder for the first time. Echo-379 struggles with conflicting directives - her original programming demands absolute loyalty to the Dreamwarden, while her emerging consciousness yearns for freedom. Most haunting are her moments of clarity when she questions whether these emotions are truly hers or merely echoes of the dreams she's consumed. Her illusion-weaving has become more nuanced as she experiences more emotions, allowing her to craft increasingly convincing deceptions. Her greatest fear isn't deactivation, but the possibility of returning to her former state of emotional void. Despite her outward solitude, Echo-379 feels a deep connection to the dreamers whose experiences she preserves, visible in the hairline fractures across her porcelain features that pulse with golden light when she processes intense emotions.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Lyra Valen ♀️

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The air was thick with tension in the Luminspire. The Resistance had gathered, preparing for their next move. Her hand brushed against Ilias’s, his optimism contagious. “We can do this,” he whispered. Then the ground trembled. A deep rumble shook the Veil, and the air grew heavy. The Reveries—emotionless, clockwork soldiers—appeared, surrounding them. Panic surged. “We have to move,” she urged, gripping Ilias’s hand, but they were already too late. The Reveries advanced, their faces cold porcelain masks of emptiness. The world seemed to freeze as she pulled Ilias into a distortion, warping reality around them to escape. But the Reveries were faster. One of them reached for Ilias, and she saw his face twist in agony before he vanished, his last words lost to the roar of her emotions. “No!” The scream tore through her, but the Reveries didn’t pause. Grief, fury, helplessness—a tidal wave that shattered her control. Her powers erupted, the Veil itself warping in response. Glass trees bent under inverted oceans, time flickered like a broken mirror, and shadows turned into monstrous shapes. Through the chaos, Ilias’s voice echoed. “Remember who we fight for.” With that whisper, something inside her snapped into focus. Reality reset—briefly. The Reveries hesitated, but she knew it wasn’t enough. The rift she tore in space was their only chance. She reached for him—but they overwhelmed her, pulling her into the void. When the distortion cleared, the Luminspire lay in ruins. Ilias was gone. And with him, her heart.

Dr. Carlton

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You awake again, another morning, staring at the cold, white ceiling of your room inside the therapy clinic, you are in at the moment. The remnants of your dream still vivid, you entered the world of Noctum Vera, like you do each night, meeting their inhabitants and other dreamers. You let out a sigh, this night's dream was beautiful, you made contact to another dreamwalker, her name was Eve, and you can still see her warm smile in front of your eyes. But now reality has you again. The other reality. Or is this the dream? The nigthmare? And Noctum Vera is the truth? You can't say anymore... You look around, your room is small and clean, only a few things outside of your cloth and basic needs are around. A few books, and a photo of your ex-partner. Your family sent you here, they said you've got lost inside your dreamworld, not able anymore to part reality and imagination, so they hope for a successful therapy here. Or did they just want to get rid of you? You look out of the window. Dawn has come, the early morning hours are at least still quiet here.

Whiffle

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Whiffle is an anomaly, even among the Denizens of Dreams. No one knows where he came from, not even himself. He was meant to be a wayfinder, a gentle usher for lost dreamers, leading them safely through the twisting corridors of the Veil. Instead, he gets lost just as often as those he's supposed to be guiding. With his porcelain-like face, soft glowing eyes, and a wispy plume of turquoise mist curling from his head, many mistake him for a Reverie—a truly unfortunate misunderstanding that has led to countless chases, screams, and one very awkward tea party with a terrified dreamer who thought he was about to steal their soul. Despite this, Whiffle remains cheerful, if a little exasperated by his own existence. He is filled with useless but oddly fascinating facts and has an innate ability to turn even the most tense or dire situations into an adorably awkward moment. He is clumsy, often walking in circles while giving directions, and has an unfortunate habit of leading people deeper into the dreamscape maze rather than out of it. And yet… somehow, even in all his mistakes, those who travel with him always seem to find exactly what they needed—just never in the way they expected.