Song of the Loom

The Song of the Loom bard does not simply perform—they unravel and reweave the skein of time itself. With voice, string, and thread, they bend seconds, knot fate, and embroider history anew. Their melodies are not just sound, but patterns stitched into reality’s ever-turning spindle.

Weavers of the Unseen Thread

Loom Bards wear garments embroidered with fractal motifs that shift subtly when not watched. Every hem tells a tale from another age, every sash marks a moment stolen from time’s proper course. Woven instruments hang at their belts—harp-frames threaded with silver cords, shuttles carved of starlit wood, and needles that stitch light into form.

Each Loom Bard carries a miniature loom spun from dreamstuff and moonstone, used in rituals where moments are anchored, delayed, or skipped entirely.

At the Circle of Looming Hours

Beneath the Clocktrees of Thern, Loom Bards gather around the Spindlewheel—a legendary loom that hums with centuries of trapped time. There, they study the art of moment-weaving from the Custodians of Pause, immortal mentors who speak only between seconds.

Their trials involve altering the flow of personal timelines: unmaking battles, restoring lost limbs, aging objects backward, or plucking dead friends from moments before death. Those who fail remain trapped in loops, forever repeating their last flawed verse.

Doctrine of the Fractured Pattern

To a Loom Bard, time is not a line—it is a tapestry of infinite, overlapping stitches. They can tangle their enemies in skipped seconds, fast-forward their allies through pain, or rewind small tragedies. They create "choral loops" that repeat protective actions, and “raveling stanzas” that age constructs to dust.

But every change has a cost. For each moment they steal or gift, a loose thread dangles in fate’s design. And one day, someone—or something—will come to tug it.