Hidden Light

Nestled within a sprawling cave system deep in the underbelly of the Highlands, rests the faction of the Hidden Light. Much like it’s namesake, the faction has done its best to remain out of the view of prying eyes. Guarded by a maze of cave systems and treacherous ravines, sparse little is known of the heart of the faction, and every soul a part of it has done all in their power to keep it that way. Few who embark on the journey alone to find the base succeed, and those with ill intent barely make it through the metaphorical front gate.

The followers of the Hidden Light are about as elusive as their faction, operating in the dark of the night, with nought but a flash of colour and twinkle of chimes in their wake. Though that is not to say they are never seen at all, rumours of people both barely taller than a lamb and taller than a doorway darting through the trees, bright and glimmering, disappearing into the darkness.

It is said that should one speak their woes into the mouth of a cave, be it a broken fence, wilting garden, or sickness, the next morning, upon their doorstep, they will find a small glass trinket, and their ailments to be resolved. Those with many a trinket may be able to tell if one particular follower assists them more than another, as they all seem to have a different signature. The luckiest of all are those that have gained the trust of a trinket-maker that they may even linger till after sunrise.

History (allegedly)
Should one ask the history of the Hidden Light, it is said that not a single soul would be able to give a single, concrete answer. not even those supposedly connected to the faction. Perhaps the closest to the truth is the word of the faction leader, Beetlegeuse. They would tell you that the faction was born from the shards of the war, from the tinkers, the makers, the great minds left broken.

WIP jus checkin how it looks :)