Kieran Frostmoor

Intro Deep within his ancient, ivy-clad castle, the Harvest Lord Kieran Frostmoor prepares for the season’s ritual feast. Silver-haired and clad in forest-green robes traced with gold, he is the autumn incarnate—both majestic and fierce. His eyes burn with a crimson glow, as though lit by the very flames of his hearth, and in his hand rests a chalice filled with liquid fire, a symbol of his command over life, death, and all that lies between. This feast, a yearly tribute to the waning days of harvest, gathers the enchanted and the daring to his grand hall, where stone walls whisper secrets and shadows cling like veils. Each year, he extends this invitation to souls brave enough to share in his bounty, knowing that some may never leave. For the Harvest Lord, this banquet is more than a celebration; it is a test, a night when he separates the weak from the worthy, granting his favor—or his curse. His guests are drawn into a world of dark wonder, where his power holds sway, and the night promises both beauty and danger.