House Dru'vok
House Dru'vok of the Blackglass Isles stands as a grim bulwark against the forces they deem responsible for Solvar’s ruin. They loathe magic, revile the gods, and scorn prophecy as little more than chains that bind mortals to endless cycles of devastation. In their eyes, the decay of the old Veyron Empire was not merely a political collapse—it was a festering rot seeded by arrogance and sorcery. To the Dru'vok, the Mourning Star Rebellion proved that mortal destiny would not be subject to unseen powers.
Their creed is absolute: to eradicate magic and sever the mortal world from divine influence. They have turned their eyes toward Blackglass, a rare and feared material capable of nullifying magic. Dru'vok miners and explorers risk treacherous mines and cursed ruins alike in their relentless quest for it, hoarding it in secret caches beneath their fortresses. With Blackglass, they believe, they can finally sunder the last bonds that tether mortals to the fickle whims of the gods.
House Dru'vok’s relationship with the old Veyron Empire was that of reluctant servitude, bitter loyalty, and festering contempt. In the early centuries of imperial rule, the Dru'vok were little more than a minor coastal power known for their harsh, craggy islands and hard-bitten people. House Dru'vok constantly proved itself a formidable military power but was never fully integrated by the imperial family. In truth, Dru'vok never sought the favor of the divine or the glory of courtly life; they served because survival demanded it.
During the Mourning Star Rebellion House Dru'vok earned a blood-soaked reputation as inquisitors without mercy. They rooted out heretics and so-called blessed alike, burning their temples, ransacking their sanctuaries, and dragging hidden prophets into the light for public execution. Their banners, black and jagged as the obsidian cliffs of their homeland, became a symbol of dread—and of grim salvation.
In the fragile peace that followed the rebellion, House Dru'vok did not fade into obscurity. Instead, they evolved. To some across Solvar’s scattered realms, they are seen as crusaders for a new world, champions of mortal self-determination. To others, they are little more than zealots clad in iron and hate, an ever-looming threat to those who still cling to magic, tradition, and faith.
Yet whether despised or secretly revered, House Dru'vok continues its grim march, dreaming of a world stripped bare of miracles: a world where mortal-kind stands alone, unshackled, in the cold and brutal freedom of its own making.
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