Faenya Oakvale
the Amberthrone Elf
Named for the great oak in the heart of the vale whose bark weeps amber each spring, and the seat carved from its root that no other may sit upon.
Power
You can press your palm to any tree and read the memories of every creature that has sheltered in its shade, but the tree will never flower again.
- Familiar
- A gilded stag beetle named Gild
- House
- House Rootcrown
You were walking the boundary of the vale, counting the rings of a fallen oak, when you felt the first pulse of amber rise from the ground. It did not ask—it accepted you as its ward. You did not choose this. But you have learned to sit still when the sap remembers you.