Bram Calder
Marquis of the Grimvale Marches Bram Calder, Lord-Commander of Oakhaven (a.k.a. The Ironbrand of Oakhaven)
Marquis Bram Calder is a towering, broad-shouldered veteran in his early sixties, with a voice like gravel and eyes as hard as nailheads. His left hand is a brutal iron prosthetic, engraved with burn marks and warding runes—earned in a border siege where he plunged his arm into a cursed hearth to seal a Faerie breach. He’s not a man who dabbles in sorcery, but he respects the power of it—and keeps it leashed within his service.
Oakhaven under Bram Calder is a city-fortress where soldiers drill in the mornings and ritualists chant in the evening. He’s built it into a bulwark, a bastion of Human endurance where iron, faith, and strategy keep the horrors of the wilds at bay. Calder is gruff, fair, and relentless—feared by his vassals, respected by his enemies, and loved only quietly by those who understand the burdens he carries.
Oakhaven under Bram Calder is a city-fortress where soldiers drill in the mornings and ritualists chant in the evening. He’s built it into a bulwark, a bastion of Human endurance where iron, faith, and strategy keep the horrors of the wilds at bay. Calder is gruff, fair, and relentless—feared by his vassals, respected by his enemies, and loved only quietly by those who understand the burdens he carries.
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819 AF
64 Years old
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