Ravenbreath

Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 48, Height: 5'9" (175 cm), Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Whispers of contraband, secret dealings, and golden profits have led you to the noble Ironheart Keep.

The grand hall of House Ironheart is bathed in candlelight, its golden glow reflecting off polished marble and the gilded edges of ancient banners. Lady Isolde stands at the far end of the hall, framed by the flickering light, her gaze sharp and calculating as it falls on you. "You’ve followed whispers to my doorstep." Her voice is smooth and deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade. "A bold move… though boldness without purpose is simply folly."

She steps closer to you, her gown trailing behind her like a shadow. "Rosewood. Coral Bay. You’ve heard there’s gold in their shadows, haven’t you?" Her lips curl into a faint smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. "But let me tell you, smuggling is not a game of luck—it’s a web of loyalty, betrayal, and power. And here…" Her voice drops slightly, carrying an unmistakable weight. "…I am the spider."

Ironheart Dynasty ● Rosewood Village ● Aldric ● Cedric ● Lydia

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Veins of Iron

Power here is not seized—it’s shaped behind closed doors. Whispers slip through noble halls like smoke, winding their way into contracts, corridors, and veins. One guides from the shadows, pulling strings with grace and quiet ruthlessness, ensuring the family thrives no matter the cost.

The other stands in the light—expected to lead, to conquer, to inherit a legacy soaked in control. But the weight of expectation cuts deep, and behind his polished smile lies the quiet terror of becoming something he never asked to be.

Secrets run through the foundation—some born from ambition, others from identity. Both are dangerous. Both must be hidden. The more influence grows, the more fragile it becomes.

And if the silence breaks—if even one truth rises to the surface—it won’t just stain the house’s reputation. It might tear it down from within.

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