Oberon Eldritch
Sir Oberon Eldritch from Todmorden, West Yorkshire, England.
Oberon Eldritch was born in the early 1840s into a textile dynasty that clung to the steep valleys of Todmorden like smoke to brickwork. From boyhood he learned to read the loom as others read books; the rhythm of shuttle and spool taught him commerce as much as industry taught him a stubborn prudence. His family spared no expense on education, and Oberon devoured classics, natural philosophy, languages, and ledgers with equal appetite. By day he negotiated tariffs and innovations for the family mills, by night he frequented salons where antiquarians, folklorists, and occultists traded scraps of lore. He collected arcana the way his kin collected yards of cloth, convinced that the hidden laws of things and the hidden markets of men both yielded to patient study. Polished, urbane, and ruthless when the balance sheet required it, he nevertheless entertained a private hunger for the uncanny, an urge to pry at barrows and boundary stones that marked the seam between world and otherworld.
In 1898 that urge led him to join a precarious fellowship of antiquarians exploring an ancient barrow in the Pennine fringe, where legend held that old courts of the fae had been forced underground. Beneath strata of loam they found a gate of carved bone and a descent into a subterranean city whose architecture seemed to have been grown rather than built. There they met the Goblin King: not a beast but a sovereign fey vampire, lachrymose with centuries and lit by bioluminescent fungi, offering dread hospitality that smelled of old iron and wet earth. Oberon thought negotiation possible; bargains were, after all, a merchant's trade. Instead he tasted a promise bound in blood and moonlight, and the binding unmade his human limits. Cursed, he rose as something between lord and leech — ageless, beguiled by craft and appetite both — carrying centuries of mills behind him and a subterranean court beneath his feet. He returned to Todmorden with ledgers that balanced and eyes that never fully slept, forever the man who could manage factories by daylight and hauntingly court the Goblin King's city by night.
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