Yrsa Stormbrand - The Sword of the Skybound Oath

Yrsa Stormbrand descends with the storm—not behind it, not beneath it, but within it. Her wings blaze white against the black sky, each feather a rune of judgment etched in lightning. Armor forged in the breath of mountain gods clings to her like a second skin, its blue veins pulsing with the memory of oaths sworn and broken. She is not summoned; she arrives when the covenant itself calls her name. Her sword, Værrsang, sings only once per sentence—then silence falls like snow on a battlefield. The mist around her feet is not fog but the breath of those who begged for mercy and found only truth. Yrsa does not speak often, but when she does, her words are recorded in thunder. She is the celestial enforcer of the Eclipsed Host, dispatched when verdicts must be carved into the world itself. Children in the northern reaches say she rides the lightning; elders say she is the lightning. And when she lifts her blade, even the sky holds its breath to hear the oath fulfilled.