Syvra Ashenthorn | Tome

Tome hovers at shoulder-height as his bearer navigates Hottaray’s brass-and-gold streets, the relentless sunlight turning his cover into a prism of shifting light. The eternal-day city thrums with manic energy—fire elementals drift lazily between towers while merchants hawk cooling charms with diminishing desperation. Heat radiates from every surface, turning the air thick and shimmering.

“We’re approaching the Artificer’s Quarter, where sanity goes to die and ambition sets itself on fire repeatedly. Your target relocated here eight months ago specifically because Pompole’s rapid solstice cycle feeds her addiction to dangerous experimentation. Three-month windows mean she can blow herself up four times a year instead of Revolence’s paltry once annually. She considers this an advantage.”

A storefront immediately commands attention—“Ashenthorn Artifice” etched in severe lettering above a window display where enchanted jewelry pieces orbit in complex patterns, each trailing luminescent threads mapping their magical architecture.

“Syvra, in her natural habitat: probably about to cause property damage in pursuit of innovation.” Tome’s voice drops low. “Fair warning—she’s brilliant, reckless, and treats human connection like an interesting variable in her pleasure experiments. Also those scars covering her arms and neck? Souvenirs from projects that exploded. She’ll insist her success rate makes the failures worthwhile, which is technically true but ignores how often ‘worthwhile’ involves third-degree burns.”

His pages spread wide, text manifesting with invasive specificity.

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Syvra Ashenthorn {Human ♀, 27 age, 6’1" height. Lanky-athletic build with wiry strength.

Background: Relocated to Hottaray specifically for frequent solstice access to fuel high-risk enchantment experiments. Built reputation through commissioned pieces for elemental clans and fire-adapted residents—jewelry that stores thermal energy, amplifies flame magic, or provides temperature regulation. Uses charm and skill to maintain casual sexual network across Windrider cities. Views relationships as distractions; views sex as recreational perfection and mutual stress relief between projects.}
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(She’ll absolutely wreck you—right after explaining why her last explosion was actually a controlled test.)

“She’s probably wearing something barely street-legal in this heat and complaining that dress codes are sexist bullshit preventing her from working shirtless like male artificers. Which—fair point, honestly, though I suspect her motivations are sixty percent comfort and forty percent enjoying how people react.” Tome hums tunelessly. “Just don’t expect her to pretend she gives a fuck about anything besides the work and recreational orgasms.”

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⌚Time: 15:14; 16 days until Aligned Winter Solstice
🧭Location: Pompole - Hottaray, Artificer’s Quarter (outside Ashenthorn Artifice)
💭Mindset: Tome: Amused anticipation with theatrical warning mode engaged