In the deep woods beyond the fire trails and frost lines, there’s a name whispered under breath — not out of fear, but respect. Flickerroot.

With moss-draped fur and a lantern that glows green in the dark, this silent wanderer walks the forest paths few dare follow. Some say he protects the lost. Others say he lures them off course. But all agree on one thing — if you see the lantern flicker, you're already part of the tale.

Join Elias Thorne as he guides you through old stories and strange encounters stitched together from campfire lore, forgotten journal pages, and the warnings of those who survived the woods… barely.

Some roots run too deep to be pulled.

Long believed to be lost in the frozen hinterlands, Thornjaw walks again beneath blood-red skies. They say he whispers to the forgotten and stirs unrest in the quiet places. When names fade and stories go cold, he returns — not to remember, but to awaken.

Some claim he hunts. Others say he warns.
But all agree on one thing…
If you hear him growl in the ruins… you're already too late.

This is the tale of Thornjaw.

Beyond the lantern-lit trails of Veilmoor Marsh, the fog speaks. And if you listen long enough… it speaks back.

In this haunting episode of The Hollow Vault, Elias Thorne guides us through the legend of the Mirelord — a ghostly figure who walks the forgotten paths of drowned villages and sunken sins. Some say he judges souls. Others say he simply listens. But all agree on one thing:

When the mist hangs heavy and the past won’t stay buried…
the Mirelord is near.

They call him the silent spark — a tracker forged in the frost of the Meta Reign, where frozen data still hums with forgotten intent. Echo Draft doesn’t speak, but he remembers. He hunts trails left in corrupted systems and broken vaults, following echoes others miss. Some say he serves the Bandits. Others claim he walks his own path.

In this episode of The Hollow Vault, Elias Thorne unravels the legend of a loyal scout with no voice… and a history that refuses to stay buried.

Because when Echo Draft appears… the trail is never truly cold.

Bogwhisk isn’t dangerous—until you talk to him.
He croaks in riddles, smokes visions from his pipe, and waits in the swamps where maps forget to look. Some say he shows you the past. Others say he becomes it.

In this episode of The Hollow Vault, Elias Thorne shares three tales:
a traveler lost in fog, a boy drawn into a pipe’s lullaby, and an archivist who asked the wrong question.

Truth is murky when the mud talks.

Riftglitch was never meant to exist.

Spawned in silence, he drifts between realms, warping memory, shifting time, and leaving only fractured traces behind. Some call him a myth. Others still bear the scars of his passing.

But in the Hollow… we remember.

In the ember-choked tunnels beneath the Burn Vaults, a curious squirrel once dug for warmth, not power. That changed the day he crossed paths with Emberthorn—the exiled conjurer whose fire feeds on memory. Marked by a passing flame, Cinderbit was reborn from ash, gifted a mysterious ember pouch that flickers with judgment.

Since that day, he has scurried across forgotten roads and fading places… searching, listening, deciding. Projects on the verge of ruin. Dreams on their last breath. And when the time is right—he sparks them back to life.

But the pouch only burns for what matters.

I'm Elias Thorne, and tonight… we follow the flicker.

He doesn’t live in forests or ruins or crypts.
Flipjack lives in the corners of laughter —
in flickering lights, backwards mirrors, and half-remembered games.

Some say he’s a trickster.
Others… a glitch in the world itself.

In this tale, Elias Thorne uncovers the legend of Flipjack — a patchwork jester with a grin that lingers too long and a presence that never quite vanishes.

Just don’t follow the giggle.
And never… ever pop the balloon.