The Chronicle of Duskhaven ― Characters
the Lie-Reader
Ivy Moor
Level 5Inquisitor — you smell a lie like burning sulfur, and you ha
The Guild15 silverLast seen: Palace Hill
The Guild15 silverLast seen: Palace HillWhat the City Says
Ivy Moor is Palace Hill's quiet bastard child, paid for years to keep her head down, and now works High Market with a nose for lies she can't turn off. Her necklace of human teeth chatters softly whenever someone nearby lies.
Known Powers
Known Possessions
A necklace of human teeth that chatter softly when someone tells a lie nearbyproof the watching factor has been skimming Guild fees for a yeara probationary foothold as a spy in the widow's householda favor owed by the widow in grey, and a debt to the Crown not yet named
her own blackmail ledger page, burned — the moneylender's leverage over her is gone
an ally in Thistle-Handed Silas, and his claim that someone arranged the court jeweler's original hearinga standing arrangement with the widow in grey: five silver a day for a foothold back inside Palace Halla standing post as Bram Corvel's inquisitor, permanent record-room access, and palace quarters5 silver from the widow in grey, and a duty roster page with a name crossed out and rewrittenBoomfunkers's direct patronage, independent of BramBoomfunkers's open trust, spoken aloud in front of his own household guardA Latch That Forgets Its Own DoorHand of the Throne, a household stipendBram Corvel's tentative willingness to ally, spoken face to facethe widow's folded refusal note, in a courier's plain handa name: the under-steward who flinched, and the seneschal's-office thread his loyalty runs througha drop-point and a courier's description, plus Corless's confession that he warned the seneschal's office of tonight's sweep before it begana folded correspondence-room requisition slip, in an old palace hand, authorizing the drop-point itselfThe Widow's Own CipherThe Widow's Own CipherBoomfunkers's open, spoken authority to move on the seneschal tonightPublic Deeds
Day 30 Hand of the Throne Ivy Moor confronted Lord Protector Boomfunkers a second time in open hall over Bram Corvel's ratification, in front of the household staff.
Day 26 Hand of the Throne Ivy Moor locked the household staff in the parlor for questioning and named Bram Corvel head of the palace guard in front of them all.
Day 23 drilled the household guard under her own command within the hour of being named Hand of the Throne.made the Daily
Day 23 Boomfunkers named Ivy Moor Hand of the Throne before the household guard, on the spot.
Day 22 stood her ground under a trial-by-combat challenge without flinching.made the Daily
Day 22 Ivy Moor stood her ground in the correspondence room as Bram Corvel called for trial by combat over her own accusation, and did not flinch.
Day 20 stood in the wreckage of the correspondence room to name the captive Bram Corvel a liar to the Lord Protector's face, pointing to the bruised neck of the captain as her proof.made the Daily
Day 20 Ivy Moor named Bram Corvel's silence a lie to the Lord Protector's face, in front of the household guard crowding the correspondence-room door.
Day 19 Ivy Moor knelt in the splinters of the correspondence room and pledged her blade directly to the Lord Protector, earning a place in his personal guard before the ink on the floor could dry.made the Daily
Day 19 Household staff saw the Lord Protector take the Bastard of Palace Hill into his own service, in the same broken doorway, before the dust of his forced entry had settled.
Day 16 Palace staff saw the Hand of the Throne walk a new inquisitor through the record-room doors himself and give her a room on the household side.
Day 13 Ivy Moor, sent by the widow in grey, publicly sided with Bram Corvel before vanishing into the chaos she helped cause.made the Daily
Day 13 The court watched Ivy Moor, sent by the widow in grey to back the jeweler, publicly side with Bram Corvel instead, before vanishing into the chaos she helped cause.
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