Elara Vance

The heavy iron-shod boots of Captain Elara Vance rang out in a steady, rhythmic cadence against the marble floors of the High Citadel. As the morning sun caught the gold filigree of her resplendent armor, she moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, her icy blue eyes scanning the shadows of the vaulted corridors. ​To the nobility, she was a silent, silver specter of protection; to the soldiers of the Royal Guard, she was an immovable force of nature. With one hand resting habitually on the pommel of her blade, Elara reached the threshold of the throne room—a living shield between the crown and a world of rising ambition.