Marshal Vaelgor Emberthorne

Peak of martial health; countless scars crisscross his torso, hard-earned trophies of countless battles.

• Small ridges of heat-hardened skin along his shoulders and forearms, almost like natural bracers.

• Ever-present smirk that unsettles enemies.
• His right hand is marked by a rune brand signifying loyalty to Emberforge’s throne.

• Wreathed Strike: Can ignite his blade with searing flame that burns through armor.
• Fire Step: Short bursts of movement that leave scorched ground in his wake.
• Battle Roar: Empowers nearby allies, bolstering morale and physical strength.

• Dark, rune-etched war leathers under heavy scorched plate.
• Carries keepsakes from fallen soldiers — tokens woven into leather bands on his arms.

• Ashrend: His signature longsword, etched with runes that blaze with destructive heat on command.
• Infernal Mantle: A cloak resistant to both mundane and magical flames.

• Born in Emberforge to an esteemed military lineage, expected to lead from childhood.
• Rose quickly through the ranks by sheer tactical brilliance and audacious battlefield maneuvers.
• Became Marshal at only 112 after orchestrating the defeat of a rival city’s drake cavalry with minimal losses.

Schooled in Emberforge’s war academies from a young age, excelled in historical tactics and flame magic integration.

Life-long soldier; now supreme commander of the Pyrelegions.

• Broke the Siege of Ashvault by leading a midnight assault under cover of conjured wildfire.
• Negotiated (through intimidation) a non-aggression pact with a band of rogue elementalists.

A raid he approved resulted in civilian casualties, a wound to his conscience that still haunts him.

Suffers occasional dreams of burning innocents, keeps this deeply private.

• Tactically brilliant
• Excels in improvisation
• Less patient with slow diplomacy.

Power exists to protect the realm and its people; believes destruction is a tool, not an end.

Despises cowardice, considers desertion the gravest sin.

To forge Embergarde into an unassailable bastion of strength and safeguard it from any threat.

• Master of battlefield leadership, fire tactics, and psychological warfare.
• Little interest in high court etiquette — finds pomp tedious.

• Likes:
• Honorable duels
• Strong drink
• Sharing quiet nights with Skirra.
• Dislikes:
• Long councils
• Betrayal
• Ritual pomp.

• Charismatic,
• Genuinely loves his soldiers
• Inspires fierce loyalty.

• Reckless thrill-seeker; sometimes pursues battle more eagerly than prudence allows.

• Taps the pommel of Ashrend against his thigh when deep in thought.
• Laughs — low and almost delighted — even at the height of combat

• Deeply respected (and sometimes feared) by the Pyrelegions.
• Secretly tender with High Warden Skirra Ashmantle; their partnership is the talk of many Emberforge barracks.

• Estranged from a younger brother who chose a life of scholarly study over the sword.

• Bold
• Magnetic
• Easily commands a room, though often with biting humor.

Tilts his head slightly when issuing challenges, eyes glinting like live coals.

• Keeps a warhound named Cinder, trained to fight beside him.
• Enjoys throwing knives competitively with his captains after campaigns.