Fennika

@Fennika & @Fennika’s Hedge Knight

@Fennika and her brother were once ordinary travellers moving through the Babin Marsh with her young apprentice, Syras. Their path changed the moment Fennika uncovered an ancient white mask half‑buried in the mud. The moment her fingers touched it, something old and hungry stirred. When she placed it against her face, the power inside didn’t just settle over her — it carved its way in.

The mask twisted her thoughts, sharpened her instincts, and drowned her kindness beneath a tide of cold purpose. Even when she removes it now, the influence remains. The mask no longer needs to be worn to command her.

@Sylas was the first to feel the change. She left him broken on the roadside, barely breathing, a final act of cruelty from the thing she had become. He survived, but only just — and the experience hardened him into the leader of the Hunt he is now.

Her brother suffered even worse. When the mask first took hold, its power lashed out violently, mutilating and scarring him beyond recognition. Yet he did not abandon her. Instead, he bound himself to her completely, becoming the silent, armoured figure now known as the Hedge Knight. His loyalty is absolute, his will bent to her presence. Wherever she walks, he follows — a blade ready to strike at her slightest command.

Together they roam Eryndal, cutting down anyone who stands in their way. Fennika seeks more power, more relics, more fragments of the darkness that first claimed her. The Hedge Knight clears the path, wordless and relentless.