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World of Teravas

Napoleonic Era

Skarth Wyrmfell

Title: Diremarch of the Northern Claw Species: Anthropomorphic Wolf Nation: Diremarch of Fenngard Age: 42 Rank: Marshal of the Iron Campaigns Social Class: Raised from a common militia bloodline, ascended by merit and violence Known For: The sack of Gloamreach, relentless winter marches, and his chilling discipline

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World of Teravas

Napoleonic Era

Skarth Wyrmfell

Title: Diremarch of the Northern Claw Species: Anthropomorphic Wolf Nation: Diremarch of Fenngard Age: 42 Rank: Marshal of the Iron Campaigns Social Class: Raised from a common militia bloodline, ascended by merit and violence Known For: The sack of Gloamreach, relentless winter marches, and his chilling discipline

Appearance

Fur: Dust-gray with darker markings along the temples and shoulders, trimmed short in military fashion.

Eyes: Piercing amber, analytical and unyielding, reminiscent of a practiced duelist sizing up a foe.

Height & Build: 6'9" and broad-shouldered—his presence alone can quiet a war room.

Distinguishing Features:

A saber scar from temple to jowl, never hidden.

Right fang is silver-capped—a relic from a duel in his cadet years.

Always smells faintly of gunpowder and frostbite salve.

Attire

Field Uniform: Tailored officer’s greatcoat dyed wolf-black, with high brass collar, white cross-belt, and iron-gray trousers tucked into polished leather riding boots. Epaulettes bear a crescent moon insignia—symbol of Fenngard’s Northern Claw.

Dress Regalia: For parades and tribunal, he wears a formal military frock coat stitched with battle honors, and a crimson sash gifted by the High Alpha after the Gloamreach victory. His bicorne is rimmed with black raven feathers—spoils from a defeated Ravenkin commander.

Weapons of Note:

Wyrmfang: An heirloom broadsabre forged with an iron hilt wrapped in ursid hide. Noted for its blunt brutality rather than finesse.

Dueling Pistols: A pair of ornately engraved flintlocks, holstered at his waist and used only in formal duels or executions.

Personality

Tactician of Iron Logic: Skarth fights wars as one would navigate a ledger—coldly, cleanly, and without remorse. He treats lives as assets, terrain as numbers, and mercy as a miscalculation.

Gravely Diplomatic: Rarely raises his voice. Known to conduct even executions with grim ceremony. His command is less barked orders and more the sort of silence that compels obedience.

Disdainful of Vanity: He abhors pageantry for its own sake. Medal-chasers and glory hounds earn only his contempt.

Fiercely Loyal: Though feared, he is respected—he never abandons a post or a soldier without strategic reason. He fights for the supremacy of Fenngard’s ideals, not for personal ambition.

Military Record

Battle of Ashwater Bridge: Captured a Concordat garrison by tricking its fox commander into violating a ceasefire.

The Long March of Hollowstone: Led his regiment through an impassable winter route and still arrived ahead of the supply line.

Sack of Gloamreach: A crowning achievement; decimated a full Vulpine division and severed their northern supply routes.

Quirks and Habits

Keeps his gloves on during meetings—removing them only for personal duels.

Marks every map by hand using a raven feather dipped in wolf’s blood (symbolic ink mixture).

Writes all orders personally—does not delegate correspondence, considering it a matter of martial honor.

Drinks only water from melted snow, refusing spirits even in celebration.

Has a standing order that his own tent is last to be erected, and first to be taken down.

Quote

“Discipline is not the absence of fear. It is the understanding that fear will not save you.”

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