Rilthil Bronzerunner
the Amberthrone Elf
Named for the first vein of amber struck from the mountain by his house, which ran molten and set into a crown that still glows on feast-days.
Power
Ambermeld — you can seal a memory into a piece of amber, but each seal costs a year of your own life, and the memory becomes brittle — it can shatter if spoken aloud.
- Familiar
- A rust-red fox named Gleam
- House
- House Ambervein
At every dusk, you pour a handful of warm sand through your fingers, counting the grains as they fall. You have done this for three hundred years, and each grain is a day you have not forgotten. The sand is from the same riverbank where your first oath was sworn, and the river has changed its course twice since then.