The Tollkeepers
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The Tollkeepers are the ones who will drink your workshop dry: they draw flux straight from the land, and in a fight the charge of your things as well. Wherever they have been, the chunks run dry to the bottom of the bed; but their reliquaries, smashed on the ground, give the drink back. They are a branch of the Reckoners' schism, once the wardens of the locks: they took a share of every current, and after the Great Stilling they never stopped.
Ranks
Hosts and guardians of their places
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Where they live
Tollkeepers' Kiln CampDomed kilns of fired brick in the Smolderwood, where the Tollkeepers burn the old brands down to coal and keep the Ember they draw in reliquaries. A toll arch stands at the path, and their collectors stand guard.
Toll BarrageThe Tollkeepers took an old Reckoner lock on a captured island and dammed a race of the Quickstream with it. Below the gate the race stands gray; above it the Tollfarmer sleeps on the hub of the Toll Wheel.
Toll PostAn old Gauge Stone with a brass tap driven into its side, and a counting table under a lean-to. The Tollkeepers weigh the flux they draw here and keep it in reliquaries. The land around such a post is dry to the bottom of its bed.
The Tollkeepers