landswights
also known as wights
Local spirits believed to wander the village at night; bowls of berries and milk are set out before the lord's manor to appease them, and Sefawynn treats them as a matter-of-fact presence the stranger has been attracting. STD:FWH:Ch 6
Known facts
- offerings-of-berries-and-milkBowls of berries and milk are set out by candlelight in front of the thegn's manor as offerings to the wights; the bowls empty between the stranger walking past them once and walking back, which Sefawynn treats as utterly unsurprising.STD:FWH:Ch 6
- tidied-the-stranger-s-pagesTwice, while the stranger sorts his recovered handbook pages by the larder, the wights tidy after him in real time — first stacking the dumped pile neatly, then unfolding the folded pages and laying them on top — and stop only once he begins sorting in earnest.STD:FWH:Ch 8
- cannot-be-seen-without-dyingSefawynn states the rule outright on the road to Maelport: nobody can see a wight. If it were to happen, either the seer or the wight would die. The little hat-wearing folk and forest spirits of village tales are guesses at a thing no one has ever actually looked at.STD:FWH:Ch 24
- earth-presence-is-poisonJohn's wight explains, in the forest by the rock, that the presence of people from the other world is a slow poison to the wights. It is not the matter of John's world overwhelming theirs but an active opposite — an aura that bleeds across and kills. Wights able to live near the strangers are merely those tough enough to survive a little of it. A permanent base for Ulric would, in time, mean *death to wights, to wyrd, to gods.*STD:FWH:Ch 28
- unmade-hordamen-arms-at-maelportFollowing Sefawynn's boast in the Maelport square, the city's hearth-wights poured out of their eaves and unmade the Hordamen in moments — swords falling to pieces in their wielders' hands, axe-heads embedding in wood as the hafts came free, mail dropping link by link to the dirt, the lead warrior's body coming apart at the seams. The same craft John had seen pop locks and unstitch shoes, scaled to a battlefield.STD:FWH:Ch 35
Events
- STD:FWH:Ch 8 Tidy the stranger's handbook pile twice while his back is turned, then leave him alone the moment he starts sorting by number.
- STD:FWH:Ch 35 The hearth-wights of Maelport — hidden under the eaves of the houses — wake to Sefawynn's boast, their eyes flaring as pinpricks of white in their nebulous shapes, and unmake the Hordamen line in moments.
Backreferences
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 6
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 8
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 10
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 13
- factSefawynn
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 27
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 28
- factlandswights
- factRyan Chu
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 29
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 30
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 33
- factMaelport Runestone
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 35
- factSefawynn
- factlandswights
- summarySTD:FWH:Ch 37
- factWeswara