Lord Arva Sirroon
The eldest member of the Torch Council of Iron. Obsessive, paranoid, and quick to anger - most of the rest of the Councils leave him alone.
His taut, gray skin and long white hair hints that he has lived long beyond a typical human lifespan. Most suspect his humanity eroded and his life prolonged by the Council's power. He has no heirs but has outlived generations of Iron Councillors.
Vicriax acted on his command, or pretended to, before faking her death. In his suspicion, he assigned Zorrin to her team, whom he seems to trust more - at least enough to keep backups of the elf's mask.
Sought the party at the Twinpyre Air Docks, after the Vigil of Dawn failed to catch them.
Flew in to deliver a backup mask to the fully destabilized Zorrin.
Tore through a crowd of civilians in the hangar of the Gladius to try to kill Klaitos.
- Immortal paranoiac with a thousand enmities
- Nobility of the Council of Iron, bearer of its power
- The Windwatcher’s Keep is and will forever be mine
|Wields violent, searing winds.|
|Flies, fairly quickly.|