#but the collector tried and botched putting his soul in the unfinished dragon. so now its roaming the canyon

[tomepact]

✨ + also one of the inspector's brothers.

the eldest of the inspector's brothers, the collector, lies in the territory north of whispering hollow, in a dry badlands area known as the clockwork canyon. though the collector holds the largest domain of the three brothers, the arid location holds little of the lush foliage often depicted among the feywild.

sitting on the border of the seelie and unseelie lands, his domain is in perpetual dusk -- not quite day and not quite night. it is in this unending dim light that the bright array of fluorescent light that fuels the museum is visible.

the museum is the heart of his domain, a massive building seemingly placed out of sorts among the desert. inside, large dioramas depict fierce knights battling fiercer monsters, ladies in fine gowns dancing with their gentlemanly companions, and at the very top of it all -- an empty space marked the dragon of the wastes.

the collector himself is a far more put together type of fellow than his brothers. the only one of the three without a 'monstrous' true form, he has worked tirelessly to build his own from the clockwork pieces he forges: the shell of a clockwork dragon rests in his workshop, waiting to be brought to life by the electricity that sparks from his false hand.

what many outside of the feywild don't know is that the scenes within his museum are made of lost souls who wandered where they should not. lean in too close to a knight's helmet, and you might see the expression of panic written in his features. a lady's grip on her partner might be too tight to have been manufactured.

the collector, indeed, collects things. he collects experiences, potential and the occasional lost adventurer.

meet the npcs!