Merrow Gildmoor
the Drossfire Warlock
Born of the drowned song of a merrow and the gilded heath of a sun-scorched moor.
Power
You see the hidden worth in things — in slag, in cinders, in broken men — and you burn away the dross with a touch, leaving only gold.
- Familiar
- a boar named Cresset
- Coven
- Drossfire
You were mending a fence under the noon sun. A stranger dropped a dull coin at your feet and asked if you could make it shine. You picked it up, and it melted in your hand, leaving a puddle of pure gold in the dust.
Where the name comes from
Gildmoor — Gild (gold-leaf) + moor.