Valandil Frostcrown
the Stormwrought Elf
Named for the sudden slant of light that cuts through a storm before the thunder hits, a brief clarity in the chaos.
Power
You can call a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, but the air around you goes dead still for a full hour afterward—no creature stirs, no wind breathes, and you are left in a silence that feels like a held breath.
- Familiar
- A storm-grey elk named Warden
- House
- House Stormcrag
You are scaling a broken tower in the teeth of a gale, one hand gripping the cold stone, the other wrapped in a leather thong that holds a single feather from every soul you have failed. The wind screams your name, and you listen, because it is the only voice that has never lied to you.