Aerandir Whisperbrook
the Bronzecaster Elf
Named for the sea-wanderer who first learned to sing fire out of bronze drums on a storm-ravaged coast.
Power
Gilding — you can make molten bronze obey your will, flowing into shapes you envision, but each casting costs a memory you cannot recall until the next full moon.
- Familiar
- a copper-backed newt named Flint
- House
- House Bronzebrook
They say you speak to the forge-fire as if it were kin. They say you have named every ingot you ever smelted, and that the bronze remembers you back. They never say it to your face, because your eyes are the color of cooled slag and your silence is older than their grandmothers.