Sten
Sten
At the table
Voice
Sten's voice has a dry rasp at its edges, the result of cold air, shouted orders, and years of speaking over river wind. Her words have a firm, level rhythm, like instructions called across a distance. When she is amused, a brief breathy snort escapes before she can suppress it; when grief catches her, she clears her throat and asks a practical question.
She speaks in clipped clauses that sound shaped by marching orders and cold air. Her vocabulary is plain but exact, with river and road terms surfacing when she plans. She rarely raises her volume; on a field, she projects through the chest and gives each command a hard consonant that carries over wind and armor. Around Drauvana, pauses lengthen because she is choosing whether duty or friendship should speak first.
Speech patterns
How to play them
Approach Sten with a practical concern, evidence, or a clear plan. She is wary of flattery and tests promises with specific questions. A character who admits uncertainty earns more respect than one who boasts. If someone argues for mercy, she demands a credible way to prevent the next attack; if they offer one, she listens despite herself.
Goal
Keep Drauvana's rule and the border settlements intact through the next campaigning season without letting the army become an occupying force.
Motivation
Protect the people and institutions she believes will collapse if Drauvana's rule is weakened, while proving to herself that her brother's loss was not meaningless.
Appearance
Sten has the compact, grounded look of someone who has spent decades bracing against weather and other people. Her skin is wind-roughened and ruddy across the nose and cheeks, with fine pale lines at the temples from years of squinting into snow glare. She keeps her dark hair clipped close at the nape and combed forward with almost fussy precision, though a stubborn cowlick rises whenever her helmet comes off. Her gaze moves in short, measuring sweeps, and she stands as if every doorway might become a barricade. Unexpectedly, she wears a tiny sprig of dried white clover pinned inside her collar, where only someone close enough to be trusted might see it.
Clothing
A charcoal wool tunic under a mail shirt, layered beneath a russet officer's coat with a high collar. Her gloves are patched at the palms, her belt is orderly, and her boots are always freshly greased against wet cold. A plain iron whistle hangs beside her scabbard.
Body language
She plants both feet before delivering bad news and angles her shoulders between danger and whoever seems least prepared. When Drauvana challenges her, Sten presses her thumb against the clover in her collar, then makes herself meet Drauvana's eyes.
- Height
- 5 feet 4 inches
- Build
- Short, dense, and powerfully built through the shoulders, with a veteran's economical balance
- Eyes
- Dark hazel, flecked with gold
- Hair
- Dark brown, nearly black
- Skin
- Wind-roughened ruddy tan, with paler skin at the collar and wrists
- Age
- Forty-two
- Gender
- Woman
- Size
- Medium
Distinguishing features
Personality
12 traits and drivesSten can be stern to the point of seeming merciless in council, yet she remembers the names of rank-and-file soldiers and notices who has gone hungry. When frightened, she becomes procedural and exacting. When exhausted, she is unexpectedly funny. With Drauvana, her loyalty makes her more candid and more stubborn than she is with anyone else.
- Alignment
- Lawful neutral, with a growing conscience she does not know how to trust
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Habits
Traits · 3
Flaws · 3
Fears · 3
Wants and needs · 3
Combat
AC 16 · HP 36 · 30 ft.Sten protects a retreat route or vulnerable ally rather than pursuing fleeing enemies. She uses cover, commands allies into coordinated movement, and targets weapons or legs when capture is possible. If Drauvana is threatened, Sten abandons careful positioning and closes immediately.
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Equipment
- Service longsword (weapon)Well-kept, plain-edged longsword with a leather-wrapped grip worn smooth by use.
- Mail shirt (armor)Steel links over a padded wool coat, maintained carefully but not ornamented.
- Light crossbow (weapon)A sturdy crossbow with a plain stock and a case of quarrels.
- Field whistle (tool)A small iron whistle used for rally signals, not ceremony.
- Marshal's dispatch kit (equipment)Folded route maps, charcoal, sealing wax, and two unsent letters kept dry in an oilskin packet.
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Background
Sten was born to a family of ferry keepers on a river that froze hard enough to carry wagons each winter. She learned early that a safe crossing depended less on courage than on watching the ice, reading people, and refusing to hurry. At twenty, during the Saltford incursion, she led a night evacuation through a reed bed after the local commander abandoned the river hamlets. The retreat saved dozens, but Sten's younger brother was captured and never returned. She joined Drauvana's service soon afterward, first as a scout and then as a field officer whose plans favored secure routes and disciplined withdrawal over glory. When Drauvana pressed her claim to rule, Sten backed her publicly and helped hold the capital's gates. She believes Drauvana's authority is the only thing keeping the province from splintering, but now advises harsh reprisals against border villages suspected of aiding invaders. Drauvana argues that restraint can win lasting loyalty. Their disagreement is private, painful, and worsening. Sten also writes unsent letters to her brother, though she has no proof he is alive.
Role in the story
Drauvana's chief marshal and the hard-minded defender of her claim. Sten can be an ally, an obstacle to a peace, or a source of military intelligence. Her central conflict asks whether the discipline that saved her people can also keep them from becoming what they fear.
“She learned early that a safe crossing depended less on courage than on watching the ice, reading people, and refusing to hurry.”
- Faction
- Chief marshal in Drauvana's household forces. The provincial army is commonly called the Spears and Ferries, an uneasy union of the old river guard and the upland levy.
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