Common
Silt Guardian
“Abundance surrounds your path”
The Lore
The Sinking of the Vault
Before the tides had names, the merchants of a drowned empire forged a vault to hold what gold could not buy: fortune itself. Into its chambers they poured eight hundred and eighty-eight proclamations, each a promise whispered into molten light.
When the empire fell, the sea took the Vault whole. The fortunes did not die. They seeped into the coral, the silt and the slow currents, and woke as living creatures: Silt Guardians, Tide Oracles, Crimson Vault Oracles, and the vast Abyss Titans that circle the sealed door.
Now the keyfish are stirring and the old locks are failing. Every relic that surfaces carries one proclamation, written in light and meant for a single keeper. Earn your place in the Trials and the abyss will remember your name.
From the tide-logs of the Vault
