Faelivrin Frostvale
the Hoar-Howler Elf
Named for the shard of moon-ice embedded in the valley's heart, and for the howl of the winter wind that carries her name through the pass.
Frostcall — you can pull the moonlight into a veil of hoarfrost that slows anything it touches to a crawl, but you must stand still while it works, and the cold seeps into your own bones.
- Familiar
- A snow-white ermine named Rime
- House
- House Wintermoon
Every dusk, when the first star winks above the Frostvale, you walk to the frozen lake and press your palm to the ice until it hums. You are the only one who can hear the note it makes—a single, long tone that says the world is still turning. You came to this valley after a battle that left you the last of your patrol, and the ice took you in because you had nowhere else to go that would not ask for your sword.