Before you descend into the Abyssal Vein, you must name the shape of your past. The tides do not forget origins, even when mortals do.
Select the lineage that clings to you, even now beneath lanternlight.
Born on shifting shoals and tidal flats, moving from cove to cove with the fickle currents. Keen of sense, fleet of judgment, salt-wise by instinct.
Hard-footed navigators of fen and bog. Storm-hardened, brine-scarred, and stubborn as tide-rooted reeds. Enduring. Tireless. Unyielding.
Once sworn to a captain or a crown—now unmoored. Scarred by battle, sharpened by survival. A blade of will and grit.
Found adrift, memory torn loose like kelp in a storm. Neither favored nor cursed by fate—merely carried. Balanced in all things, hollowed by none.