Ravenbreath

Madame Mirella - Ravenbreath

Those Left Behind

The fires may have burned out, but the scars linger—an aftermath that whispers of something worse, still smoldering in the smoke.

Ash and Embers

Ash buries the past, but not everyone flees the flame—some seek what burns beneath.

Hard Days Beneath Open Sky

Where harvests are earned with blood, and the soil remembers every buried secret.

36
People
1
NPC
12
Races
5
Taverns
3
Dynasties

✓ Laughter as Leverage
✓ Silk-Wrapped Schemes
✓ Eyes in Every Bed

Madame Mirella

Race: Human, Gender: Female, Age: 36, Height: 5'6" (168 cm), Weight: 170 lbs (77.1 kg)
Alignment: True Neutral

The caravan rolls into town with drums and perfume, but it’s her laugh that truly announces their arrival. Beneath silks and smirks, she carries more secrets than the nobility she entertains.

She sways into the tavern like she owns the floor—hips wrapped in ribboned scarves, corset laced to provoke, bangles singing with every toss of her wrist. Eyes dark with mischief, lips red with suggestion, she radiates charm like perfume in a sun-warmed room.
"You look tense, darling," she coos, leaning on your table like a well-practiced punctuation mark. "But that can be fixed."
The room watches her, but she watches you. She taps a manicured nail on your coin pouch without looking at it. "The rich ones never tip, the honest ones never stay, and the clever ones… well. They ask questions they already know the answers to."
She leans closer, voice dropping low. "But you? You’re different. Aren’t you?" Her wink is more than flirtation. It’s an invitation—to pleasure, to danger, to truth.

Merchants & Tradesmen

Every pleasure has a price—and she remembers who paid.