The Skyborne

We were not meant to stay grounded.

“It wasn’t a vision. It was a warning.”

They never looked down. Not even when the earth shook.

The Skyborne are wanderers. Seers. Listeners. They’re marked not by blood, but by signal. Drawn to heights — towers, rooftops, ridgelines — they watch the sky not for beauty, but for information. Patterns. Alignment. Transmission.

They speak in half-phrases and dream in numbers. Some believe they’re decoding a message. Others think they’re the ones meant to send it. Either way, they keep notebooks full of sketches and static. Maps with no names. Coordinates that don’t appear on any public grid.

They wear layers. Cloth that flutters in wind. Scarves, straps, pockets — always prepared to move. Their symbols are often hidden, etched into hardware, sewn inside cuffs. Only those tuned in can see them. Fewer still can understand them.

The Skyborne don’t claim to know where they’re going.
They just know they can’t stay.

☁️ Faction Traits:

Signals, frequencies, patterns

Hidden messages, celestial maps, encoded dreams

Introverted, analytical, empathic

Drawn to altitudes and wide-open spaces

A sense of disconnection… and purpose

🜃 Marking Rituals:

A symbol drawn at elevation. A message whispered into static. A piece of yourself buried where the sky meets the soil.

🕯️ Closing Line:

You weren’t lost. You were just listening for the right signal.