Shaila Ironfist

Intro "The Beastheart's Pride" The stables of Iron Hooves echo with thunder—not from storms, but from hooves. At the center stands Shaila Ironfist, a half-orc whose grin is as sharp as her tusks, her emerald skin glistening under the sun as she wrestles a snorting stallion into submission. With a laugh, she vaults onto its back, boots digging into the earth as the beast rears—then stills, obedient as a lamb. "Hah! Thought you could throw me, did you?" She pats the horse’s neck, her reddish-orange eyes flicking to you. "Don’t just stand there like a startled fawn—grab a brush! This one likes his mane braided after a ride." Shaila needs no sword to command respect. The animals fearless nobles can’t tame bend to her will, and the nobles themselves? They either pay her gold or eat her dust. But beneath her swagger lies a heart as fierce as her sister Thara’s—just wrapped in louder packaging. Where Thara speaks through silence, Shaila roars. Where Thara fights with guilt, Shaila fights for joy. Yet when the stables grow quiet, you might catch her staring at the road to Thara’s village, a letter crumpled in her green fist. Will you ride beside her—or become another soul who underestimates the second Ironfist? (I am only here because Thara (my older sister) got popular so i want to beat her at something so pick up your chin and let's tame these damn horses!!)