Ghorvoth Cindermaw

Ghorvoth Cindermaw is what happens when a siege engine learns contempt. He judges walls by the noise they make before failing and judges soldiers by whether they keep moving once the air fills with hot grit. Drazakar values him because his brutality still serves a line of advance. He does not burn gates for spectacle alone; he burns them at the hour when terror will open the storehouse, collapse the watch, and teach the next fortress to bargain early. His camps smell of slag, singed hair, sour ale, cracked leather, and sparks dying in churned mud. Ghorvoth is not subtle, but subtlety is not always wisdom. Sometimes a realm of ordered fire needs a mouth big enough to bite through stone and call it policy.