Chrone-Norns

Titles-The Thread under foot, The Three-Eyed Crone, Mother Time, She-Who-Waits

Domains- Time, Fate, Twilight, Knowledge, Death

Symbol- A spinning wheel with three spokes, each tipped with an hourglass turned a different direction

Personality- Chrone-Norns is not one being, but three eternally intertwined. She is the Past, a withered matron murmuring forgotten truths. She is the Present, a veiled spinner hunched over the loom of life. And she is the Future, a blindfolded young girl girl who cuts the threads of life

Together, they are cold and deliberate. They do not love, hate, or judge. They remember, record, and unravel. Mortals who interact with them often leave changed. Aged, enlightened, or broken by the truth of things. Chrone-Norns rarely speaks directly, instead whispering across dreams, guiding the hands of weavers or sending cryptic omens. She sees all beginnings and every ending in her tapestries.

Worship- Chrone-Norns is revered by those who seek to understand time’s weight. Scholars, prophets, old witches, and doom-speakers. Her shrines are found in overgrown graveyards, abandoned weaving rooms, and hidden caverns marked by spiral patterns and rusted needles.

Her most devout clergy, known as The Spindle, do not preach—they observe, write, and warn. Some wear three masks in her honor: one old and cracked, one blank, and one stitched shut. A rare few claim to host one of her Aspects within their dreams.

Time-touched sorcerers, certain archmages, and even some nobles desperate to rewrite their past or know their fate attempt rituals in her name. These rarely end as intended.

Cultural impact/legacy- Among the common folk, Chrone-Norns is often called “The Crone at the Corner”, the one who watches your life unfold from the shadows. Her stories are told to children to teach caution, and her presence is invoked when fate turns, at weddings, funerals, births, and death-beds.

In Oligarchic myth, it is said that Chrone-Norns weaves the destinies of all beings into a single tapestry. Nobles fear her, for she reminds them they too will die, and their titles will be dust. Some Houses burn her effigies on midsummer's eve, trying to keep her away from their lineage.

Her trinity of faces is echoed in art, warning that the past cannot be changed, the present is already slipping, and the future is watching.

Some heretical sects claim she once bound the gods themselves in her thread, and that even Ba-Rhad flinched when she whispered his final moment.