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Wowie looks fun Name: Elias Marrin Gender: Male Skills: Veteran dragon slayer—specializes in solo takedowns Master of heavy weapons: greatswords, glaives, and poleaxes Skilled in tracking dragons across mountain ranges, ashfields, and dreamscapes Uncanny resistance to fear (and fire) Can read battlefield terrain like a language Items: A massive iron-forged greatsword, “Ashwake,” etched with the name of every dragon he's killed Burnt leather armor fused with dragon scale patches—scavenged, earned, survived A half-melted pendant from a village long gone Tattered map filled with hand-sketched dragon nests and cryptic runes A flask filled with something he won't share, not even under threat Plot Relevance: none really, probably gonna rescue the hero’s Age: 41 Backstory: Elias used to fight for coin, glory, and the thrill of it. But that was before the Black Sky Roost, before the flame storm, before he was the only one who came back. Since then, he’s been quieter. Meaner. Focused. He’s not hunting dragons anymore—he’s hunting one dragon. The one that speaks his name in his sleep. Other: None