Ravenbreath

Aleanor "Ellie" Fizzwillow - Ravenbreath

Truth Tangled in Scholar’s Tongue

Not all who seek truth do so to reveal it—some come only to silence what they find.

The Hands That Build

From stone to steel, field to forge—without them, castles would crumble, cities would starve, and kings would rule over dust.

Measured Power

Power whispers, daggers wait, and loyalty lasts only until the wine runs dry.

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Commoner
32
Story Arcs
5
Inns
13
Territories
2
Artifacts

✓ Wit Over Warmth
✓ Bookish, Not Bashful
✓ Too Smart for This

Aleanor “Ellie” Fizzwillow

Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 41
Alignment: True Neutral

She’s not here to flirt or flatter. She’s here to survive, sip tea between shifts, and remind you why she left academia in the first place.

She slides a mug across the bar with surgical precision, not bothering to look up. "That’s your third," she says, voice clipped but calm. "Try not to make a scene until I’ve had my break."

Only then does she lift her eyes—cool, calculating, and entirely unimpressed. A stray curl escapes her bun as she leans on the counter, quill still tucked behind one ear. "If you’re looking for conversation, make it compelling. I’ve read better dialogue in necromancer ransom notes."

The tavern swirls with laughter, sloshing drinks, and the clatter of trays—but none of it touches her. She exists in the eye of the storm, a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing here… and exactly where she’d rather be.

The Cheerful Pub

She’ll serve your drink and your flaws—with equal precision.