Echoweavers

“We do not tell stories—we hold their shape.”

Echoweavers are individuals who devote their lives to understanding and preserving the emotional truths that linger in places, objects, and people—not through writing, but through presence, crafting, and ritual. They believe that emotions leave echoes, and that those echoes can shape the world as tangibly as any spell.

Unlike historians or archivists, Echoweavers do not care for names or dates.
They focus on what it felt like.
They walk into a room and know, “Grief was here.”
They hold an old object and sense, “This was given in love, and left behind in fear.”

They take those impressions and weave them—literally or symbolically—into cloth, into fog-vials, into wordless performances, into the spiral-carved walls of their quiet listening-houses. Every weaving is unique, and no two Echoweavers preserve memory the same way. Some collect rainwater from moments of collective mourning. Others grow gardens in the pattern of remembered conversations.

Their Role in Pluvia

Most citizens don’t consult Echoweavers unless they feel emotionally displaced—when grief doesn’t feel like grief, when joy feels unearned, or when memory falters but feeling remains.

Veiltouched sometimes train with Echoweavers to better understand the emotional echoes they sense, and Lumaspores are often planted around their dwellings to stabilize the resonance of their work.

Echoweavers are not religious figures, but are deeply respected—especially by those who’ve lost more than they can put into words. It is said an Echoweaver’s loom does not hum unless the feeling is true.

Beliefs

• “What is forgotten still lives, if it was ever truly felt.”
• “Memory fades. The echo remains.”
• “Some things are too sacred to explain. That’s why we hold them instead.”