Anvil Vale Icons

	The Aeriemaster "Yeeessss, come closer, come closer. Speak to me the morsels you have gathered, that we might feast on them together!" High in the Starfrost Mountains is the Last Aerie, a mountain peak city home to kenku and aarakocra. Its master's identity is largely unknown; denizens of the Last Aeries simply call them the "Aeriemaster," with the suggestion that the individual that bears that name has changed over the years. Greedy for knowledge and driven by a desire to know the secrets of others, the Aeriemaster sends their people out into the world to recover knowledge and send it home on the wings of ravens and hawks. Cruel and unrelenting, the Aeriemaster has never hesitated to use such secrets against others – or even to sell those secrets to the highest bidder.
	The Berserker [bestial shrieking] No one knows what is is or where it comes from. The Berserker does not observe boundaries or borders, although it has never appeared within the citadels themselves. When it appears, bloodshed follows. Sometimes, goodly folk are ripped apart, for reasons no one can understand. Other times, they are saved from threats, the Berserker their gore-covered savior. Most disturbing, though, is the fact that its propensity for frenzy seems to be contagious: some of those who have encountered the Berserker later give in to furies of their own.
	The Great Clans "Remember our Legacy. We are the inheritors of ancient honor and devotion to our people." Though they were once the rulers of dwarvenkind, the days of kings and crowns is past. Still, the Urram Athair grant their lineages power and blessings, and while the wealth and prestige of the Great Clans may have tarnished with time, they still have plenty of both.
	The Grinnir [uncanny silence] In the deeps of the Grinnirwood, the forest itself stirs. Witches and cultists and canny huntsmen know the secrets of the Darkest Wood, and they seek to preserve its sanctity and to serve the Grinnir. The Grinnir is a creature of life and death, a hunter's totem that blesses those who take life from under his trees, for his promise is that the day will come when they themselves lie as bleached bones beneath those trees, feeding the wood they fed themselves from.
	The Guilds "Prosperity is security. Those who have are those who protect, and it is fallen to us to see to the continuation of our people now." Though they were once considered upstarts, now most of dwarven society is accustomed to the rule of the Guildsmoot. The quintessential dwarven trait is craft-skill, they claim, so those with the most such ability ought to rule. The Guildsmasters sit on the moot, and they balance and check all of dwarven society like a business. So far, they have brought prosperity and with it, safety – which is more than the old warlike Great Clans could claim.
	The Pastoral Sainted "Walk these fields with us. Revel in the passing of the day, the turning of the seasons, the planting, the growing, the harvest, and the fallow." The agricultural faith of the Mysteries Pastoral has a great deal of influence in the Vale, and the Sainted Three who act as it hierophants wield that capably. They usually seek only health and prosperity for the farmer and workers, while also ensuring that the sanctity and health of the vital land is maintained by their dwarven overlords, who can sometimes be blinded by gold to the dangers their industry can pose. But some are also suspicious of the Sainted, claiming they have sinister intentions, using their powers and the faith of the field-workers to accomplish their ends.
	The Queen of Frost "Oh won't you join me in this dance, this dance of winter, this dance of the pure white silvery snows?" She is lovely beyond reckoning and lures mortals away to her frozen palace in Ylistaloré, the eladrin city that appears in Silvershield Vale only on nights of the full moon. The Queen of Frost herself can and does appear at any time in the snowy mountains or when winter touches the Vale, and many a mortal has made pacts with her, or one of her Winter Knights on her behalf. She seems to be a creature of caprice and whimsy, delicate in beauty like a snowflake, but often deadly like the blizzard.
	The Sea Lords "The rightful domain of humankind is the sea, and we its masters." Far away, weeks down the road that extends south from Great Gate into the Frostwood, lies the realms of the Sea Lords. Coastal nobility who claim all of the sea as their own, the Sea Lords are a lineage of canny politicians given to piracy on their enemies. They claim all of humankind as their own, and so any place that has humans living there is bound to have a few who offer their loyalty – in secret, most often – to the Sea Lords.
	The Slumbering Inferno [slow cycling breaths, like a mighty bellows] xxx
	The Speaker of Spirits "xxx" xxx
	The Thanes "xxx" xxx
	The Unicorn of the Frostwood "xxx" xxx
	The Vundilan "xxx" xxx