Farcaster

Kaelara, the Daughter of the Last War
She was not raised in courts or cradled in silk. She was forged in the fire of rebellion, a child of smoke and steel. When the old kingdoms fell to ruin and the sky burned with dragonfire, Kaelara emerged from the shadows. With no army, no crown, and no allies, she carved her throne from the skeletons of tyrants. The throne she sits upon—stitched from the furs of beasts and crowned with the skulls of her enemies—is not a symbol of cruelty, but of survival. Every bone tells a story: the warlord who enslaved a thousand, the mercenary king who traded lives for gold, the sorceress who scorched the eastern plains. Each one came for Kaelara. Each one fell. Now, as the fire behind her rises with the smoke of conquered lands, she rules the wastes—not with fear, but with fierce justice. Her armor, though battle-worn, gleams with the promise of vengeance and hope. Her eyes, unflinching, scan the horizon for the next threat. Her people call her the Iron Flame.