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feat(content): the Seven — seven demon kings and their blood

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# THE SEVEN — the demon kings — status: canon
> Seven kings, seven armies, seven kinds of blood. Each is a `person.*`,
> `secrecy: 0`, relating up to `faction.the-seven` (Task 1 / cosmology.md).
> Tight sketches — a king, the blood it craves, its army, how it corrupts a
> mortal. Gritty, not cartoonish: each is a way mortals actually bleed. No
> questlines here; those hang off these ids later.
---
```yaml
id: person.kareth-the-red-king
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Kareth, the Red King, first and loudest of the Seven. The blood he wants is the
battlefield's — slaughter, the more of it and the less reason the better. His
army is the horde, and it grows because he is generous with the promise of
victory and the men who take it rarely live to complain that it was a lie. He
does not whisper. He works through the rage already in a mortal, the feud that
only needs a reason, the certainty that the sword is the short way through.
Where Kareth has been, there is a field that will not grow for a generation and
no one left who remembers starting it.
```
```yaml
id: person.vael-the-quiet-knife
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Vael, the Quiet Knife, the intimate one. The blood Vael craves is the kind
spilled indoors — the trusted killed by the trusted, the poison in the cup you
were poured, the debt settled between people who once shared bread. Vael keeps
no horde; its army is a scatter of ones, each certain they acted alone. It
works through the grudge held too long and the moment the knife looks like the
only door left in the room. Kareth takes the field. Vael takes the household,
and no one hears it happen.
```
```yaml
id: person.morren-the-grey-mother
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Morren, the Grey Mother, who comes with the fever. The blood she wants is thin
and slow — the dying, the plague-struck, the ones given up on. Her army is the
sick, and she is patient in a way the others are not, because rot does her
recruiting. She works through despair, and cruelest of all through mercy: the
pillow held over a suffering face, the kindness that is also a killing. Morren
does not lie about what she offers. She offers an end, and for a great many of
the Margreave's dying, that is temptation enough.
```
```yaml
id: person.ghaul-the-yoke
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Ghaul, the Yoke, the patient profit of the Seven. The blood Ghaul takes is
worked out slow — chattel bought and sold and used until there is nothing left
to use. Its army is the coffle and the counting-house, and it does not need to
whisper to a man who has already found that a person is cheaper than an ox. It
works through the ledger: the wage shaved, the debt made unpayable, the
reasoning that a body one owns is a body one may spend. Ghaul is the least
dramatic of the Seven and by a plain count of the ruined the most successful.
```
```yaml
id: person.ishri-the-open-mouth
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Ishri, the Open Mouth, the hunger that is never a meal. The blood Ishri wants
is the blood spent chasing more — drunk to death, wanted to ruin, taken because
taking felt like living. Its army is the appetite of anyone who has stopped
being able to stop. It does not corrupt so much as encourage; it stands at a
mortal's shoulder and agrees that one more will not hurt, and it is right until
it is not. Ishri leaves the neatest corpses and the emptiest houses, everything
sold to feed a want that was never going to be full.
```
```yaml
id: person.nuun-the-hollow-choir
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven, rule.possession]
body: >
Nuun, the Hollow Choir, the many-voiced. The blood Nuun gathers is a mortal's
own — the self-slain, the ones talked into the river or off the roof by a voice
they took for their own thought. Its army is the emptied, and it is Nuun, of
all the Seven, that most often does the old horror outright and wears a mortal
like a coat, because a hollowed body is the only kind it truly wants. It works
through the whisper, the crack in a mind widened patiently until there is room
for something else to move in. A person going quietly, terribly wrong, and
swearing nothing is the matter, is Nuun's ordinary work.
```
```yaml
id: person.draeth-the-crowned-worm
type: person
status: canon
secrecy: 0
related: [faction.the-seven]
body: >
Draeth, the Crowned Worm, the one that likes a throne. The blood Draeth feeds
on is a ruler's to spend — a people bled by the one meant to keep them, for
power that always seems worth the cost to the one paying it with other lives.
Its army is whoever a corrupted crown can command, which is the cruelest of the
Seven's arithmetic. It works through ambition, the small justified step and the
next, until a lord is sacrificing the realm to hold the realm and calling it
duty. Draeth rarely has to lie. It only has to wait by the chair and let the
sitting do the rest.
```

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{
"body": "Draeth, the Crowned Worm, the one that likes a throne. The blood Draeth feeds on is a ruler's to spend \u2014 a people bled by the one meant to keep them, for power that always seems worth the cost to the one paying it with other lives. Its army is whoever a corrupted crown can command, which is the cruelest of the Seven's arithmetic. It works through ambition, the small justified step and the next, until a lord is sacrificing the realm to hold the realm and calling it duty. Draeth rarely has to lie. It only has to wait by the chair and let the sitting do the rest.",
"id": "person.draeth-the-crowned-worm",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Ghaul, the Yoke, the patient profit of the Seven. The blood Ghaul takes is worked out slow \u2014 chattel bought and sold and used until there is nothing left to use. Its army is the coffle and the counting-house, and it does not need to whisper to a man who has already found that a person is cheaper than an ox. It works through the ledger: the wage shaved, the debt made unpayable, the reasoning that a body one owns is a body one may spend. Ghaul is the least dramatic of the Seven and by a plain count of the ruined the most successful.",
"id": "person.ghaul-the-yoke",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Ishri, the Open Mouth, the hunger that is never a meal. The blood Ishri wants is the blood spent chasing more \u2014 drunk to death, wanted to ruin, taken because taking felt like living. Its army is the appetite of anyone who has stopped being able to stop. It does not corrupt so much as encourage; it stands at a mortal's shoulder and agrees that one more will not hurt, and it is right until it is not. Ishri leaves the neatest corpses and the emptiest houses, everything sold to feed a want that was never going to be full.",
"id": "person.ishri-the-open-mouth",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Kareth, the Red King, first and loudest of the Seven. The blood he wants is the battlefield's \u2014 slaughter, the more of it and the less reason the better. His army is the horde, and it grows because he is generous with the promise of victory and the men who take it rarely live to complain that it was a lie. He does not whisper. He works through the rage already in a mortal, the feud that only needs a reason, the certainty that the sword is the short way through. Where Kareth has been, there is a field that will not grow for a generation and no one left who remembers starting it.",
"id": "person.kareth-the-red-king",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Morren, the Grey Mother, who comes with the fever. The blood she wants is thin and slow \u2014 the dying, the plague-struck, the ones given up on. Her army is the sick, and she is patient in a way the others are not, because rot does her recruiting. She works through despair, and cruelest of all through mercy: the pillow held over a suffering face, the kindness that is also a killing. Morren does not lie about what she offers. She offers an end, and for a great many of the Margreave's dying, that is temptation enough.",
"id": "person.morren-the-grey-mother",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Nuun, the Hollow Choir, the many-voiced. The blood Nuun gathers is a mortal's own \u2014 the self-slain, the ones talked into the river or off the roof by a voice they took for their own thought. Its army is the emptied, and it is Nuun, of all the Seven, that most often does the old horror outright and wears a mortal like a coat, because a hollowed body is the only kind it truly wants. It works through the whisper, the crack in a mind widened patiently until there is room for something else to move in. A person going quietly, terribly wrong, and swearing nothing is the matter, is Nuun's ordinary work.",
"id": "person.nuun-the-hollow-choir",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven",
"rule.possession"
],
"type": "person"
}

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{
"body": "Vael, the Quiet Knife, the intimate one. The blood Vael craves is the kind spilled indoors \u2014 the trusted killed by the trusted, the poison in the cup you were poured, the debt settled between people who once shared bread. Vael keeps no horde; its army is a scatter of ones, each certain they acted alone. It works through the grudge held too long and the moment the knife looks like the only door left in the room. Kareth takes the field. Vael takes the household, and no one hears it happen.",
"id": "person.vael-the-quiet-knife",
"related": [
"faction.the-seven"
],
"type": "person"
}