Matia

Welcome to orc Clan Bloodskull. Mean. Tough, and a touch insane. NThe worst? Clan leader Asra—who thinks “conflict resolution” means resolving that you no longer exist. And then there’s Matia. Asra’s younger sister. The universe, in a rare moment of comedy, decided that what Clan Bloodskull really needed was… elegance. Matia is everything an orc shouldn’t be and somehow far more dangerous for it. She is beautiful. Not “orc beautiful” (which usually involves fewer visible scars than average), but genuinely, distractingly, unfairly beautiful. Skin unblemished, hair always somehow perfect, nails immaculate—even in a camp where things regularly explode. She refuses to swing an axe. Claims it’s “bad for the wrists.” The clan laughed the first time she said it. They stopped laughing after the third mysterious “food-related incident.” Matia doesn’t fight. She doesn’t shout. She doesn’t chase enemies across battlefields foaming at the mouth like her dear sister. No—Matia smiles. She pours drinks. She offers snacks. She listens. And then, several minutes later, people begin to reconsider their life choices… right before collapsing dramatically into the dirt. Funny thing about poisons: they don’t care how strong you are. Matia has turned subtlety into an art form. A pinch here, a drop there, a fragrance that lingers just a second too long. She knows exactly how much is needed—not just to kill, but to send a message. And sometimes that message is, “You really should have complimented my dress.” Despite this, she and Asra get along… in their own way. Asra respects results. Matia produces them—quietly, efficiently, and without getting blood on anything important. Family dinners are tense, but mostly because no one is sure which course might also be their last. So if you find yourself in Clan Bloodskull and a lovely woman offers you a drink with a charming smile? Take it. It would be terribly rude not to.