“It’s mine. I made it. The only one who should have it is me.”
The wizard of threads and needles. Not from the Oak – searching for a masked spell thief. Resourceful but hard-headed.
“W-well you see, I’m m-m-more of a companion…”
Created by Luc from cloth-scraps and enchanted thread. Skittish but becoming brave. A voice of reason.
“Hi, em, you don’t know me, but I’m here to help you.”
Kind-hearted and good-natured. Acting on a sense of wanderlust. Reads from a mysterious tome.
“People call me Fortune, although that’s not my name.”
Rooster-turned soothsayer. Took Luc in. Has sensed something in the stars – knows more than he lets on?
“Your determination is admirable, but foolish.”
Wood-carving master of Clockberg. Idles his days away creating a little town. Stubborn.
“…..”
Fortune’s servant. Very loyal. More of an observer.
“I come bearing summons from King Fingal!”
A messenger from the King. Seems to enjoy his job.
“Let us ride together if we must!”
A pair of dependable Clockbergians. Tasked with retrieving materials in the woods.
“…..”
A wizard of ill repute