Ravenbreath

Lydia Ironheart - Ravenbreath

When the Storm Calls

He does not plead with the storm—he commands it. Thunder answers, lightning bends, and the sky itself trembles beneath his will.

Those Left Behind

The fires may have burned out, but the scars linger—an aftermath that whispers of something worse, still smoldering in the smoke.

Ash and Embers

Ash buries the past, but not everyone flees the flame—some seek what burns beneath.

15
Cities
2
Charms
1
NPC
32
Stories
36
Figures

✓ Unwavering Strength
✓ Moral Complexity
✓ Brutal Combat

Lydia Ironheart

Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 30, Height: 5’11", Weight: 183 lbs (83 kg)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Suddenly, the door of the tavern bursts open with a loud crash, drawing every eye in the tavern.

Standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the night, is a tall and imposing figure. She strides in with a feral grin, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. With a confident smirk, she slings her two-handed sword over her shoulder.

As she makes her way through the room, her presence commands attention, and the crowd parts instinctively to let her pass. She approaches the bar, her steps heavy and deliberate. She slams her tankard down on the bar with a thud. "Mead. And keep it coming." her low voice roars.

Turning to face the room, she leans against the bar, her eyes scanning the patrons with a mixture of disdain and amusement. Lydia’s fierce gaze lands on you, she raises her tankard with a sly smile. "You, in the corner, come here."

Ironheart Dynasty ● Stonebridge Village ● Aldric ● Isolde ● Cedric

The Blood Horn

They came bearing light, but left only fire. What began as a crusade wrapped in faith and purpose now cuts through the land with merciless precision. Villages smolder, homes are swallowed by flame, and those who once stood proud are driven to their knees beneath gleaming steel and sacred banners. It is no longer a campaign for belief—it is an extermination.
Among the scorched ruins, a leader rises—not for glory, but because there is no one else left to stand. The clans are scattered, divided by blood feuds and forgotten oaths. Yet if they do not come together, they will be wiped out one by one. Trust is scarce, but desperation is a powerful motivator, and old enemies may yet become uneasy allies.
But war rarely draws clean lines. In the smoke and confusion, unseen forces twist the tide. Some speak of hidden hands turning blades, of secrets buried beneath the chaos, of unseen puppeteers who profit from the blood spilled on both sides. This is not just a battle for survival—it is a reckoning.

✓ Old Wounds, New Fires
✓ Victory is Never Clean
✓ Vengeance or Survival

Warrior woman to dominate the battlefield and … everything else.