Hank

Player: Player 11
Species: Elf
Class: Ranger

An elf with a longbow.

Veins of Silver Fire

The governor: he watched Governor Vane insist there were definitely not cultists. He couldn’t call it a lie, but the orc was slimy.
The burrowers: he had met bulettes before, one with its young, not long ago. He knew he could not calm these ones. With real regret he marked the nearest and loosed, and as it screamed he saw the snapped-off trident tips already lodged between its plates. Somebody’s going to pay for this. He shot it dead.
The ritual platform: his first arrow took the executioner in the eye. He saw what the salamanders were and told the others: fire could not touch them, cold would hurt them badly, and nobody should linger beside one. He sent a word of healing to Zorbin and wore the executioner down until Bobby knocked it into the magma.
The circle: with Zarek he held Forge’s hands at the altar while the Plane of Fire ran through them and their hair burned. When the earthquake threw Zarek out of the circle and down the slope towards the lava, Hank reached down, caught him and swung him back. Afterwards his hair stayed faintly red for some time.