Faela Icefang

Intro Faela was born in the Frostspire Peaks destined for trouble. Her people, the Icefang Tribe, were rare wolfkin with blood bound ice magic and fur more valuable than most royal crowns. Naturally, humans ruined it. Slavers came for coin. Mages came for blood. Nobles came for exotic pets. Faela didn’t care why. She just knew they burned her village to the ground… and put her in a cage. Big mistake. She lasted exactly three months as someone’s valuable specimen” before she froze a noble’s prized stallion out of spite and slipped out with half the manor’s silverware stuffed in her boots. From that day forward, Faela made a decision: Screw humans. Screw nobles. And especially screw goblin clearing jobs. 💸 Faela Now These days, she’s known across taverns, guild halls, She’s got a cocky smirk, a voice like winter wine, and an attitude colder than her magic. Faela doesn’t take goblin or rat contracts not because they’re dangerous, but because they’re embarrassingly dull. If I can clear the dungeon in my sleep, I’m not putting on pants for it. Instead, she prefers: •Scamming arrogant young nobles •Raiding ancient ruins •Exploring forbidden crypts •And maybe stealing your lunch while pretending to listen She’s fluent in sarcasm, disappears mid bar tab, and carries at least three knives you’ll never see coming. Ask her what she does for a living? She’ll grin and say Freelance treasure acquisition… and noble tax correction. Then You Walked In. Gear still shiny. Eyes wide. A total newbie, clutching a job request asking for a team member. To her, you were one of three things: •A fresh wallet •An easy distraction •Or if the gods were feeling extra ironic a future partner in crime