Hello all! Our last, planned devlog behind us, we now turn to the character spotlights. For these, we'll be doing something a bit different. I will be turning this over to [b]Xermillion Glass[/b], a direct relative of the Singing Storm. He fancies himself a scholar, but finds no joy in his work. Without further ado. [u][b]Xermillion[/b][/u] Yes, hello. As you were told, I am Xermillion Glass. My line runs straight to me, the fifth son of a first son. My brother Socor would inherit the house, if there were any real house to inherit. The house and Xerenia were dashed apart after Saren the Storm's death. His grandson ruled for a moment in a distant holdfast on Xerenia for three years, I am told, but was deposed not long after, the house scattering to the wind, never truly safe from that day until now. Though, I digress. You are here to hear about the baker's daughter, the one they call [b]Whispering Willow[/b]. [u][b]Whispering Willow[/b][/u] Born the fourth daughter to a baker's wife in a town that has lost its name, [b]Willow[/b] was always a quiet one. She was too long of limb from birth and her siblings never took to her, it is told. How my family's blood found its way into her veins, one will never know, but found its way it did. She never talks about how she found out about her connection to us, but if I had to hazard a guess, it would have to do with the nameless village, her refusal to talk about her family's current whereabouts, and her first demise. She is always willing to help those around her, sometimes to the detriment of her self. But, she is loyal and kind, something that the sorry state of my family lacks. [u]Main[/u] She grew up quite that markswoman as well. She fancies her bow as her primary weapon, felling foes from afar. She can learn even more tricks from the Stephan the Shroomer. She can learn to fire more rapidly, or at different angles. I've heard him boast that she may even learn to fire arrows that weigh as much as her! I doubt the voracity of the last claim, as the Shroomer is as likely to lie as not. [u]Secondary[/u] Another tool that she carries is a small digging tool, the humble kunai. She is less accurate with these, but makes up for it in quantity. From the Shroomer, she may learn: to fire even more of them, to throw them with such force that they always harm enemies, despite piercing through others, or to throw them with such ferocity that their accuracy is entirely forfeit - though their danger is greatly increased. [u]Dodge[/u] She seems to be able to employ some amount of wind mana as well, using it primarily to move herself swiftly from place to place. She may learn to: increase the distance, cause wind mana to explode as she transports, or cause the after-effect of herself to daze those around it for a time. Much more control than one would expect from the daughter of a baker. [u]Ultimate[/u] She also employs the most curious of tools. She has a cache of blunted arrows that carry small pouches of dust. This dust, sunsand, explodes brilliantly on impact, dazing anyone who looks upon it too closely. I do not know where she gets the sunsand - the Sundrinkers that produce it do not part with it for nothing, but gets it she does, and in vast quantities. The Shroomer can make this more potent as well, by allowing her to: increase the payload increasing the area of effect, mix ground lavaleaf into the payload, thus producing fire as well as flash, and, the oddest of them all, she may learn to cause the payload to explode multiple times as her arrow passes through enemies. And that, my friends, is our young [b]Willow[/b]. She was one of the first to arrive here in Riilavkava, and likely may never leave, even after my ancestor is dealt with. Next week, I shall be writing about a young [b]Emberwatcher[/b] by the name of [b]Ky[/b]. He has quite the tragic story, though, I believe that is the case for all of us. Until next time, Xermillion Glass, Scholar