Bier

When he hatched, his runes were imbued with the last beam of light from the setting sun by Gilimier the bard. Though they require a good deal of time spent in the sun to recharge them, while he is working he is able to strike the undead with terrifying ease. He has chosen to adorn himself with silver armor and pigments to augment his manner of fighting when the runes fade in the middle of the fray.

Much to his father's discomfort, he was born with a touch of mending magic. Known to cause troubles in the crypts, for a long time, Torch sought to keep his son out of there for the protection of everyone in the clan. However, his mending magic is nowhere as strong as that of more infamous former clanmates (Krystallous for one), and after he was old enough and had not awakened an entire horde of ancestors, it was determined he might safely explore the tombs with some of the older Hunters.

Enough to merely mend a broken wing or seriously blister the flesh of a revenant, his magic emits a sharp warbling noise as he draws nearer to the undead. He does not aim to strengthen it, as he knows there would be a great deal of grief caused if he should. Instead, he serves as a near-surface watcher while he is on the clock.

In his down time, he explores several hobbies, never straying too near and deeply into one or another. He keeps returning, however, to tuning instruments.


- Stationed out of the Little Acorn Inn, he spends most of his time listening to stories of those who arrive by road
- Plays the horsehead fiddle
- Infighter & general brawler, uses his mass and low center of gravity to put big problems on the ground