Lore Stormborne is one of thirteen immortal brothers known as the Stormborne.
While some fight wars or rule kingdoms, Lore keeps what the world forgets.
(Known through history as Leofric and Rodas).
The Memory – Keeper of What the World Forgets
Some men are remembered.
Some men remember.
Lore Stormborne is the keeper of what time tries to erase.
Where his brothers shape storms, laws, and kingdoms.
Lore walks quietly, carrying the stories that would otherwise vanish.
He moves between:
the living and the dead
the world that is
and the world beneath it
He listens when the wind speaks names long scraped from history.
Origins – Born of the First Fires
Lore was born in the early Stone Age,
when stories were spoken, not written,
when memory was survival.
Before books,
before ink,
before walls held names.
Lore was already remembering.
This is why he became:
The Memory of the Stormborne.
Names Through Time
Lore understands that names shift as ages change:
Lore – his true name
The one his brothers know.
Leofric – Medieval England
A monk, chronicler, and keeper of libraries.
Rodas – Southern Europe
A wandering scholar, healer, and scribe.
He changes names not to hide,
but to listen more closely.
Monk of the Lost Word.
As Leofric, he became a monk:
copying manuscripts by candlelight
preserving stories before they burned
singing old songs to the dying.
Recording names others wanted erased.
He saved:
histories
languages
forbidden texts
forgotten saints
outlawed beliefs
He did not fear fire.
He feared forgetting.
Identity & Role
Archetype:
The Memory • The Spirit • The Cairn-Keeper
What he shows:
Identity, ancestry, meaning
Purpose:
To remember what time tries to erase
Burden:
He carries every loss his brothers have endured
Lore does not command armies.
He does not rule kingdoms.
He remembers so the others do not forget who they are.
Without memory, even immortals collapse.
Strengths
Gentle presence that calms grief
Deep empathy hidden behind silence
Knowledge of:
runes
bones
cairns
barrows
spirit crossings
Endless patience
Speaks forgotten dialects
Lore can stand beside a grave and tell you:
who lies beneath
what they loved
why they are not truly gone.
Wound
He still remembers the name of the first child he lost to plague.
To remember everything
is to grieve everything.
Lore carries:
villages burned
children lost to plague
lovers his brothers could not save
first names of tribes now buried under cities
Where others forget to survive,
Lore survives by remembering.
This is both:
his anchor
his sorrow.
Whispers Across History
Sometimes he wishes he could forget.
But he never allows himself to.
Lore is not famous.
He is felt.
Stories speak of:
a quiet man tending burial mounds no one remembers
a traveler who knows ancient tongues
a stranger singing to the dying
a monk copying entire libraries
the last witness when history collapses
He is always there just beyond the edge of the world.
How Others Speak of Him
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“He said my grandmother’s name though I never told him.”
“He does not fear the dead.”
“He carries stories like others carry scars.”
Relationship to the Brothers
He comforts Thun after exile
He records Dægan’s battles
He reminds Rayne who she was
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He anchors them
Reminds them who they were
Knows every loss they hide
Carries grief so they don’t drown in it
Where:
Thun burns
Dægan builds
Lore remembers.
Closing
Lore’s story is not written in books.
It is spoken in:
firelight
winter rooms
stone circles
places where silence feels ancient
To understand Lore,
you follow echoes, not paths.
He is not history.
He is what history forgot to kill.
Reflections
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What memories do you carry that shaped who you are?
Do you think remembering is a burden… or a gift?
Authors Note
Written by Emma Hewitt – creator of StormborneLore, blending myth, ancestry, and personal history into living worlds.
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