King Elandros

Where the winds sharpen on obsidian peaks and the rivers bleed starlight, King Elandros stands eternal a monarch forged of dusk and defiance. His features are carved from the bones of battle and sorrow, crowned with an antlered circlet of blacksteel grown from the Forest of Forgotten Kings. Elandros is both war and warden, his breath smoke-sweet with ancient oaths. Unlike Nymerae’s spectral grace, he is the embodiment of resolve, quiet, watchful, unrelenting. Once a prince who walked the cursed glades alone, now a king whose word binds fate, he holds the realm with iron loyalty. His legend is etched into runestones and murmured in soldier’s prayers, but beneath his helm lies a man who has lost more than even time remembers. And still, he leads.