Hrafn the Conqueror

Hrafn did not inherit power. He took it. At seventeen he killed the four warchief who had divided Xevis for a generation. By twenty he had united the clans under a single banner — his. By thirty he had begun the march south that the southern kingdoms had been telling themselves would never come.

He is not cruel for the sake of cruelty. He is efficient. The burning of Eldham was a message, not a pleasure. He wants something specific from Resin — something buried beneath Taryn’s Hold that the Order has been guarding for four centuries. He believes the Hammer is the key.