Thornvoice Emberstalk

Powerfully built, with dense muscle under thick fur. He is fast for his size but values strength over stealth. Scarred on his left flank from a marsh drake ambush. Healthy and active.

• Large paws with reinforced claws for marsh climbing
• One nicked ear and a permanently singed tail-tip (legend has it he bit a cursed spirit-willow and won)

• Vivid orange-red coat with signature spotted pattern
• Roaring voice used for battle calls and apprentice drills
• Signature scent of charred peat and damp grass

• Misty Step (1/long rest)
• Remove Curse (1/long rest)
• Keen danger sense — he often reacts to threats seconds before they manifest
• Known for “ghost growl,” a sound that causes hesitation in would-be predators

He wears a loop of braided thornvine and shed drake-scale around his neck — a self-made charm from his first solo hunt.

Born to a lineage of border defenders, Emberstalk was raised with discipline and high expectations. His mother, Brambleflare Ashmantle, was a legendary Mirebound (elder), and her shadow loomed over him until he carved his own path. He trained relentlessly and volunteered for the most dangerous missions — earning the trust of Lunalithe by saving her life from a rogue spiritbound.

Trained by senior warriors and eventually mentored by the previous Thornvoice, a now-deceased veteran named Duskspring.

Current Thornvoice; former lead stalker and border warden

• Fended off a marsh drake solo during the last Greenmire Bloom
• Trained three current warriors who became squad leaders
• Negotiated temporary peace with the Whispermoss Tribe of swampfoxes

• Once accidentally led a young patrol into a cursed bog — resulting in multiple injuries
• Struggled with understanding dream-visions, causing delays in interpreting a major prophecy

Carries guilt over his younger brother’s disappearance in the mist. He believes it was his fault for not listening to his fears.

Pragmatic, sharp-minded when it comes to terrain, battle, and group coordination. Slightly dismissive of abstract thought and omens unless shown clearly.

Believes that the Velvetmire grants strength to those who earn it. Deeply respects tradition, but bends rules if it protects the clan. “Action before vision.”

• Loathes unnecessary secrecy
• Avoids dream-sharing (except with Lunalithe) due to discomfort with losing control of his thoughts

To keep the Mistthorn Clan safe from internal weakness and external threat — especially to guard the Mistseer’s path as she walks between spirit and soil.

• Savvies
• Border tactics
• Swamp tracking
• Apprentice training
• Motivation
• Ineptitudes
• Dreamwalking
• Subtlety in diplomacy
• Spiritual interpretation

Likes: warmth, fresh prey, clean moss bedding, sparring, praise from apprentices
Dislikes: deep fogs, sudden silences, spiritual riddles, cowards

Fiercely loyal, physically resilient, excellent team commander

Stubborn, dismissive of spiritual matters, short temper under stress

• Flattens his ears when thinking
• Chews the edge of a fernleaf before every patrol
• Hums battle chants under his breath

Charismatic in a blunt, soldierly way. Inspires confidence in apprentices and warriors alike. Socially awkward in solemn ceremonies, but shines in moments of urgency and action.

• Straight-backed stance and loud, rhythmic tail-thumps when making points
• Often paces during conversations, particularly when frustrated
• Looks directly into the eyes of whoever he's speaking to — intimidating but sincere