PERSONAE · THE VALE

Bralen the Grey

An Old Lance with thirty years in the marrow — keeps the hearth-end of the oath-table and watches the door for the names he already knows are rotten.

Bralen has buried more oath-brothers than Reddin has spoken to, and he sits where he can see who comes in. He is an Old Lance to the bone: the oath is not a slogan to him, it is the only thing that ever brought him home alive, and the Broken Lances who would sell it make his hands ache. He knows roughly who they are — the same as Vossk does — and the same trap holds his tongue: to name them is to tell the Vale the Lances can be bought. So he drinks at the hearth and waits for an outsider Vossk can point at the proof, and he sizes up every new Sworn for whether they are that outsider, or just more rot walking in.

KIND

mortal

CURRENT LOCATION

The Marrowhall

ROLE

Old Lance (veteran)

Connected

The Old LancesFACTION · An Old Lance to the marrow.The Marrow LancesFACTION · Thirty years in the company.The MarrowhallPLACE · He holds the hearth-end of the oath-table.The Broken LancesFACTION · He knows roughly who the rot is and his hands ache t…

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Game Data (1)

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data/content/npcs.json

idbralen_grey

gendermale

canon_refcharacter.bralen-the-grey

nameBralen the Grey

factionfighters_guild

regionthe_vale

health95

disposition44

interior_onlyyes

behavioridle

greetingBralen. They call me the Grey — I outlived the colour in my hair and most of the men I swore beside. Thirty years a Lance. I sit where I can see the door; old habit, and a good one. You're new. Sit if you're staying. Talk if you're worth it.

topics{"oath":"The oath's the only thing that ever brought me home. A Lance who'd sell it would sell you on the same road the same day. That's why the crack in this company keeps an old man awake at the hearth.","broken":"...You've a careful ear. Aye — there's a wing of this company gone rotten, selling the word out from under the rest of us. Broken Lances, the Old ones name them. The Captain knows roughly who. Saying it loud is the trap: do that and you've told the whole vale the Lances can be bought. We need an outsider to dig the proof. Mind that, if you're staying.","lances":"The neutral sword. We garrison no cause but the contract — which is exactly why every power in the vale has paid us, and every one suspects us of carrying the others' secrets. Brittle way to live. Honest, though, while it lasts."}

bounty_on_assault60

bounty_on_kill700

racekorl

Type Fields

kindmortal

current_locationplace.the-marrowhall

affiliationsfaction.the-old-lances, faction.the-marrow-lances

roleOld Lance (veteran)

All Relationships (4)

member_of

→The Old Lances — An Old Lance to the marrow.
→The Marrow Lances — Thirty years in the company.

located_in

→The Marrowhall — He holds the hearth-end of the oath-table.

rival_of

→The Broken Lances — He knows roughly who the rot is and his hands ache to cut them out.

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