Elreth Duskglade
the Stormheir Elf
Named for the moment lightning splits the sky and the last sun-gilt leaf of the Duskglade falls — the storm's inheritance of gold.
Power
Goldgrip — you can cup a thunderbolt in your bare hands, but each second you hold it you lose a year of your collected patience; release it and it strikes true, leaving a scar of golden dust.
- Familiar
- a storm-stag named Branle, his left antler forged of frozen lightning, the other of oak
- House
- House Gildstorm
The Duskglade took your voice for three years before it gave you the first golden leaf shaken loose by thunder. You never needed it back — you speak now only in the crack of weather and the weight of your gaze.