The Regent

The Regent

The Regent’s Seat is the city’s highest honor and most hollow burden. Established in 810 Fell to keep the guilds from tearing Odrun Fell apart, it is filled once every decade through a closed election of the Guild Council—four votes cast by the masters of @The Barleys, @The Ashcoats, @The Promissory, and @The Cudgel. In times of deadlock, the Regent’s voice tips the scales, though such moments are rare by design. The Regent commands no armies, holds no treasury, and signs no law without the council’s quill alongside their own.
Yet the Regent is the city’s face—its envoy to foreign courts, its voice in the treaties of caravans and delver companies, its ceremonial blade at the festivals of the Fell. The post demands a careful hand, for the wrong word can sunder a century of balance. A wise Regent survives their decade by wearing the crown lightly and listening more than they speak. The foolish wear it like armor, and are often buried with it.