Tag: Poetic lore

  • Lore Stormborne The Memory

    Lore Stormborne The Memory

    Some men are remembered.
    Some men remember.

    Lore Stormborne is the keeper of what the world forgets.

    Where his brothers shape battles, laws, and kingdoms,
    Lore moves quietly, carrying the stories that would otherwise be lost.

    He walks between the living and the dead,
    between the world that is
    and the world beneath it.

    He is the one who listens when the wind speaks names
    long erased from history.

    Identity & Role

    Archetype: The Memory / The Spirit / The Cairn-Keeper

    What he shows: Identity, ancestry, meaning

    His purpose: To remember what time tries to erase

    His burden: He carries every loss the brothers have endured

    Lore does not raise armies.
    He does not command power.

    He remembers so the others do not forget who they are.

    And without memory, even immortals collapse.

    Strengths

    Gentle presence that calms the broken mind

    Deep empathy masked behind silence

    Knowledge of runes, bones, cairns, barrows, and spirit crossings

    A patience that stretches across centuries

    Lore can stand beside a grave and tell you who is under it.
    what they loved,
    and why they were never truly gone.

    Wound

    To remember everything
    is to grieve everything.

    Lore carries:

    The faces of villages burned

    The children who vanished in plague years

    The lovers his brothers not save

    The first names of every tribe now buried under cities

    Where others forget to survive,
    he survives by remembering.

    This is both his anchor and his sorrow.

    Whispers Across History

    Lore is not famous.
    He is felt.

    Stories of:

    A quiet man who tends burial mounds that no one else remembers

    A traveler who can speak any dialect, even ancient ones

    The stranger who sings old songs to the dying so they are not afraid

    A monk who copied entire libraries before they were burned

    The last witness wherever history ends and begins again

    He is always there, just out of the corner of the world.

    How Others Speak of Him

    “He said my grandmother’s name though I never told him.”

    “He does not fear the dead.
    He talks to them.”

    “He carries stories like others carry scars.”

    This Is Only the Surface

    Lore’s story is not recorded in books.
    It is spoken in:

    firelight,

    winter rooms,

    stone circles,

    and places where silence feels ancient.

    To understand Lore,
    you follow the echoes,
    not the path.

    His truths are found in the spaces between stories
    scattered across StormborneLore

    Futher Reading:

    Ancient Magic and Myth of the Stormborne

    Character Profiles

  • House of Lumen

    House of Lumen


    For Rayne and the Healers of Dawn

    If I fall, let me fall,

    where the light still touches bark,
    where elderflowers whisper secrets,
    to the bees who dare return.

    I will not fight with flame.
    I have no sword but kindness,
    no shield but truth.

    My wounds are many,
    but I dress them with honey.
    Even the broken bloom
    if the morning is gentle enough.

    We do not strike first
    we remember.

    We remember what it was like
    to be left behind,
    and we vow never
    to let another wake alone.

    © 2025 StormborneLore by EL Hewitt. All rights reserved

  • House of Terra

    House of Terra

    Rootbound


    For Draven and the House of Earth

    I was born beneath the roots,
    not in halls nor under banners,
    but where stone remembers every name
    it ever held beneath its weight.

    We do not rush.
    We do not rise like fire or storm.
    We grow.
    Through frost. Through famine. Through silence.

    The earth does not speak quickly,
    but when it does,
    the world listens.

    We are the ones who bury the dead,
    but we also plant the seeds.
    We kneel not in fear
    but to build.

    So call us slow,
    but call us standing
    long after towers fall.

    © 2025 EL Hewitt. All rights reserved.
    This story and all characters within the StormborneLore world are the original creation of EL Hewitt. Do not copy, repost, or adapt without permission.

  • Emberhelm: A Night of Brotherhood and Secrets

    Emberhelm: A Night of Brotherhood and Secrets


    By the fire at Emberhelm, the night before the ley lines awakened

    We drank not for glory,
    but for breath.
    For blood that still ran,
    and brothers not yet turned to ash.

    No crown weighed our heads that night.
    No blade hung between us.
    Only silence,
    and the crackle of wood older than war.

    Lore sat still
    eyes on the shadow that never left his side.
    Drax, hands calloused,
    held the storm like a sleeping child.
    Draven, scar-bound, leaned on root and stone.
    Rayne, half-light, watched the stars as if to ask
    if they would wait for him to rise.

    And I,
    I ….
    who had been all things and nothing
    looked at them not as soldiers,
    but as home.

    We did not speak of battles.
    We did not weep for lost years.
    We passed the bread.
    We tore the fish.
    We shared warmth not made of fire.

    And before the parting,
    we carved no words.
    For there are some truths
    that can’t be spoken
    without breaking.

    Thank you for reading

    Futher Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

    The Chronicles of Drax

    Chronicles of Draven

    Join the Adventure in Tales of Rayne’s Universe

    Ancient Magic and Myth of the Stormborne