Smoketail

Smoketail, the Veilflame, has transcended the simple art of concealment. No longer content to shroud battlefields in smoke, she weaves entire illusions—phantom valleys, false armies, ghostly cries—to unmake her foes before the fight begins. When Lord Wendryn’s host marched on Hornwood, they found the land twisted by visions: familiar woods turned to ash, kin whispered from the trees, and every path led only to confusion and fire. None who entered emerged unchanged. Smoketail does not roar—she unravels. Her illusions beguile, her smoke deceives, and those caught within rarely know truth from trap until it's too late.