Eluvie Ironwood
the Moonsunder Elf
Named for the star that fell into the Ironwood grove and turned the soil to silver-glass for a century, a scar in the earth that still glows under the moon.
Power
you draw a sliver of moonlight into your blade; it cuts not flesh but memory, and each wound taken steals a fragment of your own—a cost paid in forgetting.
- Familiar
- a one-eyed rook named Morwen
- House
- House Ironwood
They say you cannot weep, because the iron in your veins has rusted the tears away. You let them believe it. The truth is simpler: you have forgotten how, and the one memory that could teach you again lies buried under the silver-glass, still waiting to be found.