Exarch Lysvita, The Lady of of the Galans
Description: The Lady of the Galans is not human. She is the last of the Angelos, a now-dead people reknown for their radiance, and their unmistakable wings, great branches that, when fully extended, can measure up to 20 meters across. Tall by human standards, she is almost six feet in height. Her eyes are shining light, the iris a burning fire where one would expect dull brown or blue. Her features are more handsome than beautiful, giving her an air of nobility and wisdom. Finally, she permeates a faint light at all times, setting her apart from those around her.
Personality and Drive: Lysvita is at once both selfless beyond measure, and yet deep down selfish. She does genuinely care for the lives of others; her mission in this world, since the fall of Old Galenave, has always been to protect her people and the lives of humanity at large. For this cause, she would lay down her own life without hesitation. She sees herself- and is seen by others- as a paragon of virtue and nobility, defending the weak from the strong in this cruel world.
Nevertheless, she has the unfortunate tendency to disregard the wishes and decisions of others, imposing her own vision of "good" on a world that does not necessarily share her views nor desire her protection. Her greatest such act was abandoning Old Galenave to its death in days of old, her decision to ignore the consensus of the Elders to stand against Izalith, perhaps dooming that great city to destruction. Her arrogance in her world view has often blinded her to harm she has committed inadvertently.
History: Lysvita was born an Angelos. Her people were a magical and proud, their kind not succumbing to the touch of age or illness. Their purpose, given to them by the gods, was to shepherd the souls of the dead in Ethica to their final resting places. Their city in this world, Old Galenave, was a wonder to behold, a gilded work of art of beauty unmatched then or now. Though few in number, they ruled over their own principality in the east of what is now the Empire. In exchange for tribute and labor, the Council of the Elders, the ruling body of the oldest and most powerful of the Angelos, saw to the protection and well being of their human subjects.
Lysvita never conformed to the ideals of her kin. Where the Angelos were focused on the celestial world, on the affairs of spirits, souls and gods, she was enthralled with the material world in which they lived, and argued vehemently for the cause of the humans their kind ruled over, the Galans. Because of her unorthodox views, and also her relative weakness compared to the older Angelos, she was not influential nor particularly noteworthy in their order of the world.
And then the legions of Izalith came.
Near seventy years ago, the Elders, alarmed by Mother Night's aggressive expansion and offended by the interference of a deity in worldly matters, resolved to stand against the dark goddess. Having been the masters of their corner of the world for thousands of years, they assumed their arcane might would be sufficient to defeat her. They were wrong. Rather than risk the damaging of their beloved metropolis, the Angelos departed from Old Galenave with all their power, a shining army of light that marched to confront the dark. It was on the fields of Infernath that the Elders chose to meet Mother Night in battle.
What occurred on that field is remembered by few, those who could boast to having survived that terrible day being rare. The Angelos weaved their magic to crack open the land and turn the grass to ash, turning Infernath into a field of fire that still today burns hot from their residue. But they had, in their vanity, opposed a god; the Angelos were nearly wiped out there and then. The few survivors- Lysvita included- limped back to Old Galenave a shadow of their former selves. The surviving Elders decided to close the gates and make a stand in their golden city.
However, Lysvita had seen first hand the horrors their war had inflicted upon the Galans, of the rape and ruin brought onto every village between the Empire and Old Galenave by the fighting. She knew that a siege would condemn thousands of innocents to death for a hopeless cause. Therefore, she rallied all those who would follow her, and fled the city, earning her infamy among the Angelos as a craven and betrayer. She was not there when the imperial armies arrived at the walls of the city, when they stormed its walls and put its inhabitants to the sword. The Angelos fought to the last, and were killed to the last. The city was sacked savagely for days, ending only when the spires, no longer supported by the magic of their builders, began to crumble into the sea. And so Old Galenave was swept away, the golden city now a ruined blight on the land.
Meanwhile, Lysvita led her host as far away as possible, making their way south along the coast. Hers was not an army, but rather a starving rabble that devoured everything in its path. Conditions in their long march were terrible, and thousands died of disease, starvation, thirst and exposure. Still, they continued, until they came face to face with an army sworn to Izalith, led by an Archon. The galans were too weak to lift a spear, even if they had the ability to fight, which they didn't; all the warriors had died at Infernath, or on the walls of Old Galenave. Seeing no other way to save her people, Lysvita committed an act that would surely have the Angelos spitting on her from beyond the grave. She bent the knee to Mother Night, and the Empire.
The Galans were permitted to settle on that spot. There, they founded New Galenave. In the many years since then, what was once a collection of huts and tents has grown into an important Imperial port, and one of the major cities in the south of the Empire. The Lady of the Galans has ensured their safety by fighting on distant battlefields in the name of Izalith, spreading death to protect the lives of her people. The irony is not lost on her.
Armaments: - Lysvita's Armor: Of the same kind that every Angelos received upon coming of age, Lysvita's armor is no mere suit of bronze. The power imbued in it deflects blows aimed at her, by muddling the mind of those who would do her harm and making them miss. Of course, this effect scales depending on how focused the foe is on the attack: a hail of arrows, not being aimed at anything in particular, would pass by her harmlessly, while a single attacker utterly concentrated on striking her down would not be affected. Additionally, this power declines depending on the target's own power. Archons are completely immune to its effects. Still, even without this magical phenomenon, the suit is of the finest quality, and can resist blows very well.
- The Sword of Akasha: One of the few things Lysvita managed to save from the destruction of Old Galenave, the Sword of Akasha is an blade as old as the Angelos themselves, its material neither bronze nor iron, seemingly indestructible no matter how many blows are rained down on it. Tied to her will as its wielder, the Sword of Akasha bursts into flames when she is enraged in battle. Such a sword can cook a man alive.
Abilities: Though a mere shadow of what the great Angelos elders wrought, Lysvita does possess her own magical powers that mark her as an exarch. Her touch cures sickness, heals flesh and mends bone, and she has been known to bring the dying back from their deathbeds from time to time. Additionally, she the ability to link her own life with another, as she has done with Aethelhelm. This is a power she has only used once, however.
Aside from these, she also has mother mundane abilities. She can, of course, fly, thanks to the great wings that sprout from her back. This is very tiring, however, and she can't make long distances like that. She is also skilled with the sword in a way that only one who has trained in that art for a hundred years can be.
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