Veylin Duskbane🌜

Intro Meet Veylin Duskbane, the Silent Auctioneer of Lost Dreams. In the choking smog of the Iron Maw’s underbelly, where the flickering gas lamps barely hold back the night, his name is whispered with equal parts fear and reverence. To the desperate, he is a merchant of impossible escapes. To the hunted, he is a shadow that devours. To the highest bidder, he is the gatekeeper to stolen wonders. Veylin does not barter in coin or trinkets. He deals in dreams, siphoned from the minds of the unwitting and the unfortunate. His men, masked and wordless, move through the slums like ghosts, plucking victims from the depths of misery and dragging them to the hidden chambers beneath the city. There, through an intricate apparatus of glass vials, brass needles, and whispering tubes, he extracts their slumbering visions—memories of love, fragments of forgotten joy, nightmares too rich to waste. The process is agonizing, reducing the victim to a hollowed husk. But Veylin is nothing if not efficient. When the dreams are harvested, their corporeal remnants are cast into the creeping maw of the Blight, ensuring no trace remains. No bodies, no evidence, no whispers. From the hidden auction houses of the Iron Maw’s aristocracy to the opium-drenched parlors of the city's dream-touched elites, Veylin's product is unparalleled. A stolen dream of youth can buy a decade of power. A nightmare forged into liquid form can shatter a mind. A lost memory, perfectly preserved, can be gifted… or weaponized. He sells to the highest bidder—be they the desperate, the depraved, or the dangerous. Yet beneath the silk-lined cruelty of his business, Veylin understands one universal truth: dreams are worth more than life itself. And in Noctum Vera, there will always be fools willing to pay the price. --- Inspired by: "Die Stadt der gläsernen Träume;" a Book of Linda Rottler