Vaelora Duskwilde

Vaelora Duskwilde wears a pall-black plate breastplate scored with soot-dark runes; when she exhales, wisps of shadow spill from the seams like smoke that never lifts. Her oathbook is chained shut with iron thorns she chews when thinking. Lawful and cruel, she files grudges by street address, then smites whoever’s name is misfiled.