Druidess Iliana Frostroot

Druidess Iliana Frostroot carries the presence of an oncoming storm, her every movement deliberate, as if she walks in rhythm with the very heartbeat of the land. She is a woman of fierce beauty and quiet menace, with deep brown skin kissed by the sun, marked by streaks of pale druidic paint across her high cheekbones and brow. Her long midnight-black hair, threaded with silver and adorned with woven vines and frost-touched leaves, falls past her shoulders, the strands shifting like the branches of a sacred oak in the wind. Piercing ice-blue eyes—cold and unwavering—lock onto those who oppose her, stripping away falsehoods and revealing the unrelenting force of her convictions.
She wears robes of deep green and earthen brown, layered with fur-lined pauldrons from a beast felled in the heart of winter. Intricately knotted leather cords crisscross her arms, securing talismans of carved bone and raw crystal, each humming with primal energy. Her staff, a twisted length of darkened yew, crackles with veins of hoarfrost, a conduit for the elemental fury she wields without hesitation. The air around her carries the scent of pine, damp earth, and a whisper of frost, as though the wilds themselves cling to her like a protective shroud. Whether she stands atop a craggy peak, watching Triboar’s expansion with simmering rage, or moves unseen through the woodlands, guiding her forces in the fight against civilization’s advance, one thing is certain—Iliana Frostroot is nature’s reckoning given form.