Nyxara Rhulnex

Nyxara Rhulnex keeps her helm on her belt, not her head—she likes the feel of crowded rooms when she prays. Her red-purple skin bears old soot burns that never fully healed, and her curved horns are notched from bargains gone wrong. She fights with a battered holy symbol welded to a warhammer head, the metal etched with promises she’s broken and repaired. At night, her tail uncoils to braid her shield’s straps, counting knots in silence.