Stonehand Mage

work for empire under Brock Granewill   They say the land of Steelgale trembles when a Stonehand Mage arrives. Granite fists crack seams in dull cliffs, veins of ore rattling beneath ancient rock. Clad in slab-armored robes etched with iron runes, the Stonehand bends stone to spell, shaping both stronghold and siege with equal reckoning.   In misted dawns, one can find them at the cliff’s edge, hands pressed to living bedrock, whispering the language of granite. In wartime, they become walking battlements—walls springing up under command, stone axes materializing in hand, each spell carried in chalk dust and the scent of crushed quartz.