Characters

"I've buried more good soldiers than most people will ever meet."

Name: Rook
Race: Veynir
Age: 80 years old
Occupation: General of the Fadeguard

Weapon: A well-worn longsword that belonged to his father. No name. No ceremony. Just steel that's been there when it mattered.

Personality:

Stoic. Strategic. Steady as stone.

Rook doesn't lead with speeches or charisma. He leads by example; first into danger, last to leave, carrying the weight of command like it's the only thing keeping him upright. Eighty years old and still trains like death is one mistake away, still takes every loss personally even when logic says he shouldn't.

He's the kind of leader soldiers follow into the abyss because they know he'll walk out carrying the wounded on his back. The kind who remembers every name, every face, every soldier who fell under his command. The kind who doesn't sleep because someone has to keep watch, and it might as well be him.

But beneath the armour and the discipline and the carefully controlled exterior, Rook carries grief like a second sword. His father's death. Every soldier he's buried. Every mission that went wrong. He doesn't talk about it. Doesn't let it show. Just carries it all and keeps moving forward because that's what generals do.

“A century of violence has taught me one thing: hesitation gets you killed.”

Name: Serra
Race: Veynir
Age: 122 years old
Occupation: Fadeguard, Rook’s second-in-command.

Weapons: Twin blades – Vigil and Wrath. Vigil once belonged to her brother, who fell during the Siege of the Tearfields in Virella. Serra carried it with her when she fled to Ravenwood, the last piece of him she refused to leave behind.

Personality:

Blunt. Brutal. Loyal to the bone.

Serra doesn’t do comfort. She doesn’t do gentle. She does effective. One hundred and seven years a soldier has burnt away anything soft that might have existed, leaving only sharp edges and sharper wit. She’ll mock you while saving your life, insult you while stitching your wounds, and tell you the truth even when a lie would be kinder.

But here’s the thing about Serra: when she decides you’re hers, she’s yours until death. The kind of loyalty that holds the line when everyone else runs. The kind that puts her body between you and danger without hesitation. The kind that will burn the world down if someone tries to hurt you.

Combat Style:

One hundred and seven years of warfare has made her one of the deadliest fighters in Auralis. She knows a hundred ways to kill and a thousand ways to hurt. She’s not proud of it. She’s just good at her job. You come at her people, you don’t walk away.