Description
Tall and angular, Calenhir Sylvenblade moves with the restrained grace of an old-world swordsman. His skin is pale gold, marked with fine silver tattoos that trace across his arms, throat, and brow in ancient elven script. His hair is long, bright, and streaked with ash from years at the forge. Scars and burn marks lace his hands and forearms, the badges of a smith who shapes metal with reverence and fury. He wears a sleeveless leather apron etched with warding glyphs.
Personality
Calenhir is stoic, deliberate, and possessed of a deep, quiet intensity. He believes that action speaks more clearly than words, and that most things worth saying have already been said in song or steel. Grief has not broken him, but sharpened him. He no longer believes in fate, only in preparation. Still, a trace of the poet lingers in his tone when he speaks of crafting, memory, or his late wife.
He does not smile easily. But when he does, it is with surprising warmth, and then gone like smoke.
Background
Once a soldier of Balandel, Calenhir was trained in both warfare and high craftsmanship. He served as a smith for the Balandel Embassy Guard, crafting weapons for envoys and bladesingers alike. After stepping away from court life, he and his wife Laerwen, a healer of some renown, opened the The Silver Bark Armory in Balandel’s Shopping District.
In Session 15 - Pies and Pestilence, the party saved Calenhir and his daughter from Granny Louise. In Session 22 - Secrets, Sides, and Silent Blades, they rescued them again from would-be assassins targetting Laerwen Sylvenblade for her prophetic visions.