Melethor Greenblade
the Merrystorm Elf
Named for the laughter that never ends—old Sindarin 'meleth' for love turned to mirth, and a blade that sprouts ferns after every downpour.
Power
You can wring a single true laugh from any storm. The thunder softens to a chuckle, lightning braids into harmless ribbons, and for a moment, the rain falls up.
- Familiar
- a pine marten named Gambol
- House
- House Stormlatch
The Sky-Knife Pass, where the wind cuts sideways, asked you for your shadow. You traded it without a second thought, because you wanted to see lightning from underneath, not from the side. Now the clouds cast a shape that looks exactly like you when you laugh.