Voss

The sneeze sent flame across the roost. Voss was barely fledged, and already his family's nest smoldered. His parliament feared him. Fire devours forests, and here was one of their own wielding it with every breath.

Years of meditation beneath the canopy taught him control. He held flame in his talons without burning a single leaf. Drove off winter wolves with walls of fire. Cauterized wounds when infection threatened lives. Cleared deadfall to prevent the wildfires that would consume Sylvaras whole.

Young owlkin gathered to hear his stories. Warriors sought his counsel. He became the heart of his parliament, proof that even wild magic could serve rather than destroy.

When Mahkah Hemlig began tearing forests apart, Voss volunteered first. He marched across the Broken Lands, a beacon for the six who followed.

The battle ahead is uncertain. The outcome far from decided. But Voss carries the forest's fury, sworn to cleanse the land or die trying.