Nullquill Mercy from Marginfolk by Folcrove

This piece captures the fierce internal struggle Rae faces when holding the Nullquill, its bronze feather a cold weight of potential. The track’s initial tight ostinatos and sudden stops paint a vivid picture of the fraught arguments in the Dustwell, the Illuminats pleading for open lore against the Vellumbane’s desperate calls for erasure, all while the Scribehands simply mark time. We wanted to convey that sense of breathless anticipation before a critical decision. During recording, getting the mirror bridge to sound like a genuine whispered vow, played backward under the main melody, felt like unlocking one of the Bookmire’s own secrets; it hints at stories both unwritten and resurrected, a true sonic innovation for us. The way the hurdy-gurdy buzzes with a deep, earthy current against the dulcimer’s shimmering tremolos, punctuated by the sharp scrape of quill-as-hi-hat and a steady frame drum, creates a layered, progressive folk tapestry. It’s a sound that fuses old echoes with new questions. The chorus, when it resolves, isn't just relief; it's a quiet roar of conviction: a testament to power found not in domination, but in the mindful, difficult choice of mercy—a tenderness that, like the wind and flame in the lyrics, doesn’t back down.

We're the keepers of forgotten tales, weaving dulcimer with fretless bass while whispering secrets of the Bookmire's hidden shelves. Join our ink-stained rebellion against silence – every chord a stolen story, every chorus a battle cry.