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.
+```