The Keeper Triad

A tribunal as old as the night, the Keeper Triad stand in eternal vigil as the jailors of The Shackled Moon. Slanted monoliths of pearly stone are the anchors to which amarant strands reach up into the heavens to bind their celestial prisoner. Their Amarantine threads, stretched taut by the pulling of their charge, hum in the ever present winds of Sakhara. They vibrate in a low droning sigh, a murmur that rises and falls with the breezes.

The Triad

Pallah, of the East

Sampur, of the South

Shephrist, of the West