Rilthil Duskmoon
the Stormgilded Elf
Named for the storm that struck the silver-leafed tree at dusk, leaving gold veins in the bark.
Power
You can coax a single bolt of lightning into a golden thread that binds one creature's will for a day and a night, but each use leaves a hairline crack in your own bones, and you can only hold one thread at a time.
- Familiar
- A golden-eyed storm petrel named Squall
- House
- House Gildedgale
You will not mend a broken oath for anyone, not even your own blood, because you know that a promise reforged is a promise hollowed, and the gold in your veins thickens every time you hold to your word. You were not always a ward of storms; you were a smith's apprentice once, until a lightning-strike fused a gold ingot to your arm, and you have been listening to the weather ever since.