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Jackdaw Kraai
@jackdawkraaiTracked since May 2026
creating The Guides Verse.
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€3/moWanderer"It's barely a needle!" the Wanderer cried out as the Wraith handed them a dart, offense high in their voice. "You said this would help me!" "Yes," the Wraith agreed, "And you would do well not to underestimate it. It may be small, but over time, it has a great impact. You just need to look beyond the obvious." "What?" the Wanderer asked flatly, giving the Wraith a blank look. The Wraith sighed. "It's coated in a deadly neurotoxin. Mind your fingers." The Wanderer hastily snatched away their fingers from the glittering tip, eyes wide and blank. "Oh."
€5/moTraveler"Where to?" asked the Wraith, staring out over the endless dunes as the Traveler came up behind him, slogging through the sand. "Anywhere but here," they answered. "Though preferably somewhere I won't die.""Anywhere" is a broad term," the Wraith commented, measuring the angle of the setting Suns with their hand. "Though that addendum narrows it down a bit. Still. You might end up somewhere unpleasant." The Traveler was silent for a moment. "I might," they agreed, "But at least I would die underneath the Stars, rather than down there." Brilliant blue eyes crinkled into a smile behind the mask, and the Wraith's voice was warm when they spoke next. "Then how about I bring you somewhere that the Stars shine bright? I know a place out past the horizon." The Traveler looked out over the endless dunes and then behind them at the rapidly falling night. When they turned back, all they could see was the silhouette of the Wraith outlined against a brilliant red sky, hand outstretched and waiting. With a smile of their own, they took it. "I would like that," they agreed.
€10/moJourneyman"You'd do well to be wary of the shadows here," the Wraith said as they prodded a scorpion to the side with their staff, away from the Journeyman's foot. "The land is wild and not everything hidden within its crevices will be as friendly as I am." The Journeyman huffed out a laugh as they clambered up the stone. "Luck favors me then," they muttered, "That I should meet you first." "True enough," the Wraith agreed, "Though I would not rely on it. Luck will not save your life if you rely upon it. It doesn't like to be taken for granted." "Are you speaking from experience?" the Journeyman asked, the corner of their mouth quirking up into a smile as they watched the Wraith drum the rocks with the end of their staff, scaring all other nasty surprises into retreating to deep within the crevices. "I'm speaking from that of all others," the Wraith corrected, hopping onto a boulder, "Since they are no longer here to speak for themselves." "A morose tale," the Journeyman muttered accepting the hand the Wraith held out to help them up. "But a vital one," the Wraith argued, hauling them to the top. The Journeyman landed on their feet with a grunt, a silver pendant in the shape of a curled-up anooba shaking loose from under their scarf. Running an idle thumb over it, they carefully tucked it back under the folds of the scarf before the memories could return. "On that," they muttered, "We can agree."
€15/moWayfarer"A strange night for wandering," the Wayfarer muttered as they eyed the eerie balls of blue and yellow light floating through the air, silent as could be. "The rains just fell and the land hasn't had the time to soak up the water yet, dry as it is," the Wraith replied, eyes scanning the horizon as they walked. "The perfect brewing ground for Krayt Fire. They're harmless. As long as you don't touch them," they added over their shoulder, and the Wayfarer snatched back their hand from where it had reached out. "Noted," they muttered, ducking underneath another ball of light that drifted through the air. "But what are they?" "Some form of natural gas pocket that managed to ignite and float off," the Wraith replied, salt crunching underneath their boots as they tested another part of the sodden salt flats with their staff, deeming it safe to traverse. "My guess is that the sudden influx of water gave several things all over the Desert their first chance to rot since they died. Hence the build up of gas." "So these things... are born from death?" the Wayfarer asked. The Wraith paused, considering the lights floating all around them. "Yes," they said after a long while. "I suppose so." "What strange beauty," the Wayfarer muttered, "To be born from something so macabre." "It's the nature of the Desert," the Wraith replied in a whisper, "All things must die. But a death can be as beautiful as any birth." "Strange wisdom," the Wayfarer said with a smile, "From an equally strange being.
€20/moVoyager"And who might you be?" the Wraith asked, knife sheath and handle prominently displayed on their forearm as they eyed the person standing below the rock ledge with piercing blue eyes. "Merely a voyager, passing through," the Voyager replied, adjusting the bag on their shoulder. "May I know whom I have the pleasure of talking to?" "Merely a wraith that haunts these mountains," the Wraith replied in turn, tilting their head. "Have you been here before?" "No," the Voyager admitted, looking up the rocky pass that stretched ahead. "I travel where the wind takes me. Now, it takes me through this passage. Though I am starting to wonder if listening this time was wise." "It was," the Wraith answered, leaping down the ledge to land in front of the Voyager, "For it led me to you as well." The Voyager blinked, tilting their head as the Wraith had done before. "Fortuitous indeed, then," they agreed. "Well then. Are you to be my guide, or my warning?" "Whichever you have more use for," the Wraith answered with a shrug. "I know these mountains, as well as their inhabitants. If you wish, I could either guide you through the passage, or give you the warnings you need." Silence stretched between them for a moment, interspersed only with the tapping of the Voyagers ringed fingers on the buckle of their bag. "A guide then," they decided eventually. "I have little objections to a companion, and four eyes make for a safer road than two." The Wraith laughed, and nodded. "Pragmatic," they complimen
€25/moAdventurer"Now that was a joyous fight indeed!" the Adventurer laughed boisterously as they pulled their axe free from the slaver's corpse, wiping the blood on the blade off on the dead man's clothes. "It's been a while since I had the pleasure of someone watching my back in a scuffle," the Wraith agreed with a warm voice, sheathing their knife as they began coiling up their tether once more. "Let alone two." The Hound barked, as boisterous as its human companion, tail wagging furiously enough that it was stirring up the dust on the ground into a small vortex. "Indeed, you did well, my friend," the Adventurer complimented as they gave the Hound a scratch behind its ears. "That is a score less of bandits to besiege this path's travelers." "I can think of a few who will be very happy to hear that this road is clear to travel in the immediate future," the Wraith agreed as they holstered their tether once more. "Speaking of travelers, are you two on your way to any place in particular, strangers?" "Strangers!?" the Adventurer cried out, pressing a hand to their chest. "My good sir, you wound me! We spilled blood together, watched each others' guards in a fight, you cannot do me and my companion the disservice of dismissing us as strangers after all that! I insist that we are friends!" The Hound barked its agreement, and the Wraith chuckled at the display. "Very well then," they agreed, "Where might you be heading, my friends?" "Ah, my friend, my friend!" the Adventurer said, slinging an ar
€30/moLocal Guide"It's past the Split Mountain," the Local Guide pointed out, knobbly finger raised towards the horizon where a large, looming mountain range dawned in the distance, a clean split within the skyline visible ever from here. "Out towards the Wastes." "Thank you," the Wraith said, hefting the pack higher up their shoulder, the contents inside warbling sleepily. "That is a great help." "You're mad, you know," the Local Guide continued, either not hearing or ignoring the sound coming out of the pack as they leaned heavily on their cane. "The stories they tell aren't just stories. I saw them. The dragons really are out there, past the Edge." They huffed, their cane idly sketching out the shape of the head they couldn't forget even if they tried. A long snout lined with sharp teeth. A crest of spines and feathers alike. Six piercing eyes. They couldn't forget. Their dreams wouldn't let them. "Here be dragons" they say," they muttered, "Listen to me, creature. They don't know how right they are." "I know," the Wraith said, looking out towards the far mountains, eyes glinting in the setting Suns. "I count on it." The Local Guide eyed them strangely for a moment, tapping their cane against the ground. "You're mad," they repeated again, firmly certain. "I suppose that is your nature. But you're not mad like the others, no. This is something I can work with. Stay here," they commanded, before hobbling off, leaving the Wraith to stand in the light of the setting Suns as the wind whispered
€40/moNomad"Well now," the Wraith muttered as they sunk down next to the lone figure sitting at the ledge, watching the sea of clouds roll by around the peaks far below. "I did not expect to find anyone else here at the edge of the world." "Neither did I," the Nomad replied, not looking up from the magnificent sight ahead."Who are you?" "Merely a wraith that haunts these mountains," the Wraith replied. "And you?" "A nomad who wanders the paths," the Nomad replied in turn. The Wraith nodded once in acknowledgement, turning to look out over the gently roiling sea of clouds below. "It seems that we're both then exactly where we wish to be." "A rare blessing indeed," the Nomad agreed. They lapsed into silence, merely watching the dark night sky slowly give way to the grey of dawn, the Moons no longer the only light illuminating the clouds below. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the sky began to bleed. A deep, vivid red interspersed with a vibrant pink that painted the purple and blue sky in a riot of colors. With a shot of ruby, the first, shimmering shard of sunlight breached the horizon, spilling out over the clouds and casting shadows on them as large as giants as they danced over the shimmering clouds. Moments and a lifetime later, its sibling joined them, donned in gold. The light shot of the clouds and in a flash, the sky was filled with a shimmering iridescence that glittered like diamonds. The Nomad sighed, and leaned back to admire the spectacle. "What a wonder it is," they muttered, "
€50/moNavigator"Hold your hand a little bit higher—yes, like that, and tilt it about seven degrees counter-clockwise. There. Perfection." The Navigator looked over the Wraith's shoulder and down their outstretched arm at the stars above. "Your pointer finger and middle finger should align perfectly with the Krayt's Eye and its Fang. Now move your thumb out until it aligns with its Heart and... there you go." The Wraith squinted at the Stars lined up, tilting their head to see them clearer. "And that is how you measure for the North here?" "Yes, and the time," the Navigator answered, squinting at the Stars themselves. "Depending on the angle at which the Eye and Fang stand from the Heart, you can tell the time. The constellation rotates around itself, which makes for a convenient time-keeping tool." "Fascinating," the Wraith muttered as they stared at the Stars measured out by their hand. "Indeed," the Navigator agreed, leaning back into the knotted bantha fur blanket that they'd spread over the soft sand underneath. Reclined at an angle against the side of the dune, they tilted their head slightly. "Judging from the current angle I would say that it is... about two o'clock in the morning. Maybe a quarter over." "And in a couple of hours?" the Wraith asked, peering up at the tapestry of glittering gems stretched overhead themselves. "Turn your head about thirty degrees to the right and you have your answer," the Navigator answered, groaning as they shuffled against the blanket, displacing mo
€75/moPathfinder"Are you certain about this?" the Wraith asked as they followed the Pathfinder through the waist-high grass, wet with with dawn mist and rustling in waves at the wind chased through the valley. "I cannot see anything by which we might judge our direction besides the coming Suns." "Positive," the Pathfinder replied, tapping their staff along the ground with an expression of concentration. "And you told me you come from the land of eternal sand, so I can't say I'm too surprised that you would have issue navigating our lands in the wet season." "Fair enough," the Wraith agreed. "I must say, it's been a long few weeks to find you and your people. You blend in with the land well." "High compliments from someone who walks the shadows," the Pathfinder teased with a grin, earning a chuckle from the Wraith. "Though you'll have to excuse my curiosity when asking why you wish to find the Spring of Suns." "My reasons are my own, I'm afraid," the Wraith rebuffed gently, scanning the tall grass around them for movement not of the winds and the mountains rising up all around them. "All I can say is that it was not of my own volition that I am seeking out the Spring, nor was it ordered by someone I could wisely decline."The Pathfinder hummed low in their throat, glancing back over their shoulder. "Well then," they muttered, "We'll see if the Spring agrees with that assessment." "The Spring?" the Wraith asked, glancing back towards the Pathfinder. "It has a consciousness?" "They do," the Path
€100/moPioneer"So this is it," the Wraith mumbled as they looked out over the blasted heath and looming mountains that marked the Edge. "This is where the world ends." "Where the known world ends, yes," the Pioneer agreed, the vocoder of their mask adding a tinny echo to their voice. "Not many people know what lies beyond the Edge, if any at all that still live. The heat alone would cook most sentient beings and the volcanoes don't help either.""But you have been there?" the Wraith asked, glancing off to the side where the Pioneer stood in full environmental control suit. "Sure have," the Pioneer agreed with a shrug. "Never made it beyond the Edge into the fabled Elder Mountains or the like mind you, but I wager I've been further than many a person on this planet.""And you're aware that I am asking you to go even further than that, right?" the Wraith prodded carefully."Course," the Pioneer agreed, eyeing up the jagged ridge of mountains that marked the border of the planet's southern half. Where habitability was a mere fleeting fancy and the Desert showed her true colors as the Fasting Judge. "Can't say I understand why you would want to go that far in, but it's as good an opportunity for me as any.""That's another thing that piques my curiosity, admittedly," the Wraith mumbled, following the Pioneer's gaze over the unforgiving mountains. "Why did you agree to join me on this expedition?""Curiosity," the Pioneer replied bluntly. "The thrill. That feeling you get when you're standing on a h
€200/moCartographer"Right, through the M and A, we need a Pa— Pae— Ah! There we go! Paeth!" the Cartographer exclaimed as they pulled out a scroll of velum wrapped around an elaborately engraved wooden bar with brass ends, one of hundred filling the bookcase's honeycomb openings. The wall was laden with hundreds more scrolls as the Wraith looked up through the spiraling cases stretching up two, five, seven whole levels with thousands more scrolls and books. The Cartographer paid them no heed, and scuttled off with their prize towards the elaborate table set in the center of the archival room. "Alright," they grunted as they heaved the heavy scroll onto the polished wooden surface, "Let's see what we're working with here." Flicking open the heavy brass latches that kept the bindings on the scroll sealed shut, the scroll obediently rolled itself out across the table. "Mas Paeth," the Wraith whispered as they saw the ancient city sketch revealed before them. Everything stood out in sharp relief, the twisting streets, the market places, even the damnable palace set in the center that had once belonged to one of the many slave Masters plaguing the planet. "It really did exist then." "Yes," the Cartographer agreed, securing padded clamps on the map's edges, "It truly did. And it's demise was no exaggeration either." "Swallowed up by the Desert..." the Wraith muttered as they looked at the countless houses below. The families that would have lived there... "Built the city too close to the edge of the
€300/moAstrographerA puff of steam was released from a brass valve and with a soft clink, a small crystal ball was sent rolling down a delicate brass track that curled overhead through the room in a contraption as equally strange as its owner. Looking ahead, the Wraith watched as the Astrographer stared pensively at the letter they had been asked to deliver. Standing amidst a continuously ticking, clicking, whistling, and whining apparatus that spanned the whole room, ancient far beyond what anyone believed the Desert dwellers capable of preserving, let alone making, the Astrographer muttered as they read through the letter. A short pause in muttering followed by an almighty sigh signaled that they'd reached the end of the letter. The Wraith neatly folded their hands behind their back, watching the Astrographer read through the letter again evenly. "I assume you reached the part where your colleague asks for your aid in the matter troubling me?" they noted mildly. "I saw it, young blood," the Astrographer waved off crabbily, "Don't worry about that, I saw it." They heaved an irritable sigh, folding the letter back up and sticking it somewhere in the endless layers of robes they were swathed in. Stalking over towards the wall, the Astrographer began pulling various levers and flipping a few switches, still seeming less than pleased to be doing it. "So?" the Wraith prodded carefully, "Will you aid me?" "Patience, young blood," the Astrographer snapped, pulling another lever. "I swear, the youth t
€1,000/moLodestarThe Stars and nebulous spine of the galaxy reflected down in the mirror-still water that stretched as far as the eye could see, hiding the salt flat underneath and casting the illusion that there was no border between the earth and sky. The illusion rippled with every step the Wraith took, breaking the eerie silence with the soft splashing of water as the surface broke around their ankles.They barely noticed it, as their focus lay entirely on the... person they were approaching, drifting only just above the mirror edge of the water. A pale-white humanoid form, that glowed with the gentle foggy edge of a star. A very specific star.They could make out no distinct features, but the closer they seemed to get, the more iridescent the light became. They came to a halt a few paces behind the being, and waited to be addressed. They didn't have to wait long."You came," the Lodestar stated, voice echoing from far, far away as they turned to face them, said face nearly as featureless as their body. No nose, no mouth, merely a blank face glowing as brightly as the rest of them, with two pits of sheer light where the eyes ought to be."I did," the Wraith agreed. "Are you who I was meant to meet? My guide?""Yes," the Lodestar agreed, "I am. I am here to point your way, as I have done for untold others."The Wraith breathed deeply, squaring their shoulders. "I see," they murmured. "Is there anything I must know?""There is danger ahead," the Lodestar answered, "Danger you are unfamiliar with,
€100,000/moMadman"You're mad," the Wraith snarled, golden ichor dripping from their blade as they backed away from the twisted figure. "Yes!" the Madman cackled, arms spread wide with manic glee as their voice echoed through the wide open expanse of nothing, ichor flowing from wounds that did not touch them. "Yes, I am!" The sky cracked, and all around them, the stars fell. (Any added benefits from this tier are one-time only by sign up.)
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| #2 |  AmazonMandyEducationCategory, audience, pricing & cadence | 35 | 6 more | Aug 23, 2026 |
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| #5 |  Jackdaw KraaiProfileArtPaid members position in Recommended cohort | 29 | Reference | Aug 11, 2026Stale |
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