Valandil Riverarrow
the Stormgilt Elf
Named for the moment a golden arrow pierced a thunderhead, and the rain that followed was warm and smelled of iron.
Power
Gildweave — you can stitch a broken thing back together with a thread of lightning, but the mended place will always feel the next storm before you do.
- Familiar
- a silver-banded adder named Ebb
- House
- House Riverarrow
You were straightening an arrow on the riverbank, the fletching gold in the flat light. A storm rose without warning — not from the sky, but from your own chest, and every raindrop that struck your palm turned to a coin of light. You have not been dry since.