Mourning Dove
Mournwyn Of The Vale
When dusk drapes the valley in silver and sorrow, a single call echoes through the quiet - low, haunting, and beautiful enough to still the wind. That is the voice of Mournwyn of the Vale, last of the Twilight Heralds and keeper of the soft lament that binds day to night.
Long ago, before the Emberwood fell under the watch of Baron Redcrest and his kin, Mournwyn was the guardian of the Weeping Vale, a hidden glen where the tears of the sky gathered into mirror-pools. There, she tended to the memories of the fallen - not in grief, but in grace. Her song was said to guide wandering spirits toward the dawn, reminding them that even endings can be gentle.
Her plumage, tinted like ash and dusk-rose, carries the hush of twilight itself. When she flies, the air trembles faintly, as though the world itself is remembering something it had tried to forget. Even Kaedor the Fierce lowers his voice when she passes.
Those who hear her mournful coo near nightfall say their dreams that night are visited by calm faces - those they have loved and lost - and they wake lighter of heart. For Mournwyn does not sing of death, but of remembrance… and the peace that follows.
She is the Vale’s quiet heart, its final whisper before the stars awaken.
Oaths & Portents
Council Seat: Twin Orders Of The Sky - Valebound Elder (Twilight Herald)
Oath: Keep remembrance gentle, and guide endings so they do not become wounds.
Portent: When Mournwyn’s call carries farther than it should at dusk, Emberwood is about to dream of what it tried to forget.