Summer Court leader Ironlong is a short, wiry old man, a bit hard of hearing and old enough to be balding--which, being a changeling, probably makes him damn old. He's been a member of the freehold since before the disaster, a fact that manifests itself in his namesake--a pair of downward-curving scythe-like cold iron blades where his hands should be, a result of losing his hands in the fighting to push back the Fair Folk. These blades give him a mantis-like appearance, and he takes great pride in them. After all, what better way to declare one's devotion to the Court of Wrath than replacing a body part with cold iron weapons? He's a passionate, quick-to-anger man, fond of sweeping gestures and boastful proclamations, but he's intelligent... if not always fair... under all the fervor. Whe
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| - Summer Court leader Ironlong is a short, wiry old man, a bit hard of hearing and old enough to be balding--which, being a changeling, probably makes him damn old. He's been a member of the freehold since before the disaster, a fact that manifests itself in his namesake--a pair of downward-curving scythe-like cold iron blades where his hands should be, a result of losing his hands in the fighting to push back the Fair Folk. These blades give him a mantis-like appearance, and he takes great pride in them. After all, what better way to declare one's devotion to the Court of Wrath than replacing a body part with cold iron weapons? He's a passionate, quick-to-anger man, fond of sweeping gestures and boastful proclamations, but he's intelligent... if not always fair... under all the fervor. Whe
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| - Summer Court leader Ironlong is a short, wiry old man, a bit hard of hearing and old enough to be balding--which, being a changeling, probably makes him damn old. He's been a member of the freehold since before the disaster, a fact that manifests itself in his namesake--a pair of downward-curving scythe-like cold iron blades where his hands should be, a result of losing his hands in the fighting to push back the Fair Folk. These blades give him a mantis-like appearance, and he takes great pride in them. After all, what better way to declare one's devotion to the Court of Wrath than replacing a body part with cold iron weapons? He's a passionate, quick-to-anger man, fond of sweeping gestures and boastful proclamations, but he's intelligent... if not always fair... under all the fervor. When standing, he's hunched over to barely five feet tall, but he can move like lightning when provoked. As an obvious side-effect of his odd choice of prostheses, he doesn't leave the compound much.
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