Ramath Ssel’ra
Ramath Ssel’ra walks the surface beneath an alien sky, a fallen scion of a shattered drow house whose name now lingers only in ash and whispered memory. Exile did not break him—it refined him—tempering noble arrogance into something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous. In this unfamiliar world of light and open air, he moves like a shadow that refuses to fade, guided by instinct, survival, and a quiet, simmering purpose. At his side rests Spitter, the great two-handed blade he wields with unsettling ease, its presence as constant as his solitude—the last remnant of a past burned away, and the only witness to whatever future he intends to carve from the surface world.
About Ramath Ssel’ra
Ramath Ssel’ra walks the surface beneath an alien sky, a fallen scion of a shattered drow house whose name now lingers only in ash and whispered memory. Exile did not break him—it refined him—tempering noble arrogance into something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous. In this unfamiliar world of light and open air, he moves like a shadow th...Read more