Aerandir Autumnreach
the Amberbark Elf
Named from the slow-harden sap of an old oak that bled golden and sealed the memory of a forgotten autumn into its heartwood.
Power
Pith-sense — you can press your palm to any living tree and feel the last thing that died within its roots, but each use leaves a ring of amber in your own bones, and you have stopped counting them.
- Familiar
- a stone-colored marmot named Crocus
- House
- House Autumnreach
You woke one morning to find a single amber bead on your pillow, warm as though it had just fallen from a throat. You never saw the creature that left it, but the bead smelled of turned earth and the woodsmoke of a fire not yet kindled, and you have worn it ever since, waiting to understand.