Mirek Sorn
Mirek Sorn
At the table
Voice
A dry, slightly rasping voice shaped by peat smoke and years of calling across reed beds. He forms consonants cleanly, as if making sure instructions carry over wind and water. His voice gains volume when warning someone about danger, but frustration makes his words more clipped rather than louder.
His words are practical and carefully arranged, like tools returned to their proper shelf. He often frames disagreement as a question about consequences, and pauses to listen for the room's response before finishing a point. His work among cutters and ferry crews has given him a plain vocabulary; council service has taught him to put formal edges on it.
Speech patterns
How to play them
Mirek responds well to specific evidence, practical plans, and people who acknowledge risks to ordinary workers. He is wary of grand promises. If challenged in front of the council, he first smooths his sleeves and asks for the challenger to name a safer alternative. In private, he is more willing to admit doubt and accept help.
Goal
Find the cause of the northern causeway collapses and secure a safe route for Reedcut before the next market season.
Motivation
To keep Reedcut alive without letting fear turn it into a place where no one dares to take a necessary risk.
Appearance
Mirek is a compact, broad-waisted human with a carefully trimmed beard whose tips are perpetually damp, as if he has just come in from the marsh. His dark hair is cut close at the sides and combed flat, though a stubborn cowlick rises whenever the air turns wet. He smells distinctly of crushed mint, peat smoke, and stagnant water; he knows about the mint and thinks it disguises the rest. Waiting, he leans his weight forward onto the balls of his feet, poised like someone listening for a board to creak. His sleeves are always smooth and uncreased, an almost ceremonial neatness at odds with the mud on his boots. Unexpectedly, he keeps a tiny wind-up wooden frog in his pocket and winds it before difficult meetings.
Clothing
A moss-brown wool coat with carefully brushed sleeves, a high-collared linen shirt, a woven belt, and mud-dark boots. He carries a plain walking stick polished by years of use and wears a small sprig of mint tucked inside his collar.
Body language
When someone questions a decision, he smooths both sleeves from shoulder to cuff, even if they are already flat. He plants his feet as if expecting the floor to give way, and angles his head toward small sounds. In private, he winds the wooden frog with careful attention, then sets it down facing the person he most wants to hear.
- Height
- 5 ft. 3 in.
- Build
- Short and sturdy, with a thick middle and the forearms of a lifelong reed cutter.
- Eyes
- Dark hazel
- Hair
- Dark brown, graying at the temples
- Skin
- Weathered olive-brown, with a permanent red flush across the bridge of his nose from cold marsh wind.
- Age
- 58
- Gender
- Man
- Size
- Small
Distinguishing features
Personality
12 traits and drivesMirek is cautious but not timid: he will hold a decision for hours over a doubtful bridge, then stand in the rain himself to test it. He values order, yet dislikes being treated as an unquestionable authority. In council he is procedural and guarded; with children and tired workers he becomes wry, practical, and unexpectedly playful. Under pressure his concern for safety can harden into stubborn control.
- Alignment
- Lawful neutral
Quirks
Habits
Traits · 3
Flaws · 3
Fears · 3
Wants and needs · 3
Combat
AC 10 · HP 9 · 25 ft.Mirek is no trained warrior. He tries to get people behind cover, keep combatants off unstable ground, and talk opponents into a pause. If cornered, he uses his walking stick to make space and retreats toward a doorway or a familiar causeway. He will not pursue a fleeing enemy into the marsh.
Mirek Sorn
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Equipment
- Walking stick (weapon)A stout, plain stick used for balance on muddy paths and as a last-resort club.
- Wind-up frog (keepsake)A small wooden frog with a simple spring mechanism; its paint is worn off where his thumb rests.
- Path kit (tools)A waxed pouch containing chalk, folded route notes, and a short length of twine.
Possessions
Background
Mirek was raised among Reedcut's reed cutters, learning to read water by its color and sound before he learned his letters. At twenty, he was a junior witness when a hurried council order sent workers across a supposedly firm stretch of marsh. A sudden sink took his older sister and two neighbors. Mirek had noticed the warning bubbles but stayed silent, convinced the elders knew better. That failure changed him: he began checking every decision against the ground itself, and became known as the person who would rather delay a harvest than risk another name on a memorial board. After the previous First elder died during a winter fever, Mirek was chosen for his caution. Now he is trying to keep Reedcut's northern causeway open while a string of unexplained night collapses threatens the settlement's only reliable trade route. He relies on Sesh, a sharp-tongued ferryman who challenges him in public, and is quietly protective of Tali, his sister's grown daughter, who wants to leave Reedcut and map the marsh.
Role in the story
A cautious local authority and potential ally whose careful rules may protect the settlement or delay the party's response to a growing danger.
“At twenty, he was a junior witness when a hurried council order sent workers across a supposedly firm stretch of marsh.”
- Faction
- First elder and elected speaker of Reedcut's settlement council.
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