Leoric “Ash-Hand” Stormcrowned

Biographical information

Birthplace Elbion outskirts Born Died Age 34 Home Alliria (the Shallows, for now) Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'3" Mass Lean, scarred muscle Hair color Black, long, usually tied back Eye color Storm-blue Skin color Pale with branching lightning-bolt scars across neck and face

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Former Paladin, current sellsword and reluctant fire-mage Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Raigryn Created on December 2025 Avatar

Fallen paladin of the Order of the Broken Sword. Branded a heretic for not charging routed enemies at the Battle of Paddlestone Crag and fighting one of the captains of the Order.

The last of his magic manifests in corrupted fire in his left hand that slowly burns him from the inside.

Leoric stands tall and weathered, his long black hair tied back in a rough warrior's tail. Pale lightning-bolt scars crawl from his jaw up into his hairline and down beneath the collar of his dark, patched greatcoat. His left hand is always wrapped in charred bandages; faint embers sometimes glow between the fingers. He carries a heavy one-handed warhammer at his belt and the haunted look of a man who once believed in oaths.

- Corrupted pyromancy channelled solely through his left hand
- Master combatant with warhammer and shield (former knightly training, but refuses to wield a sword)
- Detects magical corruption
- Iron endurance and resistance to fear or charm
- Basic field medicine and tracking

Quiet and dry-humoured, with a deep protective streak toward the broken and the innocent. He speaks little, but when he does it carries the weight of old vows.

Self-loathing simmers beneath a calm exterior; he won't pray as he believes no one listens anymore.

Naive in the ways of the streets, he clings to a battered sense of right and wrong that the world keeps trying to beat out of him.

For four years he has wandered Arethil as a sellsword, taking the ugliest jobs. He reached rock bottom, working for the gangs that operate the murky corners of Alliria.