deep within the twelveswood lies a manor. bordering the swamps of the south shroud, it isn't prone to many vistors. however, that doesn't mean it isn't inviting. when gazed upon, it is as if the clouds part, sunlight filtering through, dappling the warm golden yard. it is a home, welcoming you. beckoning you to explore the mysteries within. you have stumbled upon ebonthorn hall. enter. learn.

^the⸺  setting

  Ebonthorn Hall    borders the swampy lands of the South Shroud and the desert climate of Eastern Thanalan, skirting the edge of the Wood Wailer's patrols, where the influence of the Elementals is barely a lingering whisper. Hidden behind thorns and shadow, its presence is only known to those who seek it or to those for whom it seeks.Many mysteries await those curious enough to visit. If not within the walls themselves, the surrounding lands hold plenty for the brave to delve into and uncover the secrets contained within.Those that call the manor home do not keep exclusively to those lands. Many feel the call of adventure and opportunity elsewhere on the star and The Magister would be fool to ignore those possibilities.

^the⸺  magister

  the FOUNDER    of Ebonthorn Hall is Eonoix Vauremont, an Elezen with a grand aptitude for the magical and the mysterious. Adorning a Relic of his homeland, brandished anew with the influence of the Wildwood, Eonoix buries his legacy to the collective eyes of the world by blinding them with the subtle influence born to his people. Manipulation.
Silver clasps adorn his ears but the intellect and wisdom that brightens his eyes is far richer than that of the Shroud or Ishgard. His resources have found their turn to both the Scholasticate of Ishgard- fueling purpose for the Holy See and their ilk- all the same as he does towards the Elementals of the Shroud. Though spurned and turned away by the Conjurer’s Guild, whispered as maniacal and dangerous by the youthful practitioners, the Padjali themselves provide him a measure of space, maintained through a social chasm as Eonoix continues his own business of seeking greater and greater knowledge. The Pomanders of his youth and the cave works of Duskwight heritage inspired his art, but ignited a violent inferno of hunger when it comes to the concepts and inspirations that brought about the fall of Gelmorra and the specters of The Palace of the Dead.So why not stir that purpose to bind others?

^the⸺  magistra

  the KEEPER    of Ebonthorn Hall is Ek'tun Clepsydra (formerly Kagon), a Xaela woman with bright ochre eyes that convey the volume of her many turns upon the star. Obsidian locks crown the head of the fierce woman, and while slight in stature her presence is felt long before and long after one departs a space she occupies.While the Magister's history speaks of the damp caverns of The Shroud, the Magistra brings with her tales of shimmering pale sands illuminated by the pure and graceful touch of Nhaama's light. With her face often shrouded, the hood she wears of fine silks and glimmering threads, she appears mysterious if not aloof. In conversation though, one will find her warm and wise, should she find the individual favorable. Her ire, when drawn out, is swift, her tongue sharper than any blade she may wield.A woman of sand and shadows, she helps balance the magic of Ebonthorn Hall, respected in near equal measure to the Magister himself.