Faervel Shadowvale
the Veilcutter Elf
Named for the grey haze between waking and dreaming, the moment when the world's cloth is thin enough to cut.
Power
Duskedge — your blade grows sharper as the sun sets, but at full dark it drinks a drop of your own blood before it will strike again.
- Familiar
- A shadow-furred otter named Murk
- House
- House Shadowvale
Every dusk you walk the perimeter of your hollow, counting the shadows that do not belong to the trees. You came here after your old house burned, taking only your blade and the otter that followed you from the river. The wild does not forgive, but it remembers you as the one who keeps the edge between light and dark.