Name: Elvyne

Domain Beauty and Performance

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Race: Elvyne is the Patron of the Feyfolk. Their whimsical beauty is built in her own image.

Lore: The primordial God of Time, Remph, created six daughters from his own flesh. Elvyne, the third daughter, was born from the left eye of Remph and became known as a deity of extreme beauty. Her radiance shed light on the world; beckoning the sun to rise, causing flowers to bloom and painting the sky a brilliant azure. Worshipped by mortals and Gods alike, Elvyne was highly sought out by many who wished to claim her hand in marriage. The Gods offered many tributes in the form of lavish gifts, sacrifices drenched in blood or trophies as proof of their magnificent feats. Yet Elvyne saw none fit to be worthy of being her betrothed.

Finally, when Elvyne could stand it no longer, the Goddess issued a challenge to the pantheon; the God who was brave enough to venture into the deep seaside lair of the great ten headed serpent, Vaal'tor, would be deemed worthy of claiming Elvyne's heart for their own. The Gods readied themselves for the challenge in earnest. Though as they prepared, Elvyne had already made her way to Vaal'tor's lair and met the beast face to face.

Mesmerized by her beauty, Vaal'tor succumbed to the whims of Elvyne and gladly removed his own heart for her. When the other Gods arrived, Elvyne emerged from the cavern clutching the still beating heart of Vaal'tor in betwixt her fingers.
"Behold! I, Elvyne, hath cut asunder the mighty scales of Vaal'tor and claimed his wicked heart!" She proclaimed proudly, crushing the beating organ with a tight fist before the Gods.

"Thine eyes do not deceive you! I hath claimed my own heart. No mere God shall keep me bound to their side by marriage!"

And so it was, the Goddess of Beauty had rid herself of those who wished to own her as their trophy to boast about to the pantheon. Free to make her own decisions, Elvyne traveled the world in search of a place she could forge into her own home. It was during these years she would discover the Hollow Forest; a desolate woods filled with tall trees and fog. No matter how hard she searched, there was no sign of life anywhere to be found in the great forest. Sitting upon a rock, Elvyne began to sing. Her voice lifted the fog and shed light upon the once dark woods. The trees danced back to life, swaying their thick canopy of luscious green leaves in the wind. Water began to flow through the rivers, creaks and streams once again. With water came all forms of wildlife; birds sung, deer frolicked and butterflies danced in the sunlight. The Hollow Forest was no more.

The sudden eruption of life and beauty attracted Dygsdril, the God of Nature, to the woods. He had heard Elvyne's song and was left speechless by her beauty. While apprehensive of the other God at first, eventually Elvyne's heart would soften and she would come to form a deep and everlasting love with Dygsdril. The two wed, and together gave birth to the Feyfolk. Magical creatures who came in many different shapes and sizes, Elvyne had blessed them with an ethereal beauty that could enchant even the most hardened of hearts.

The Hollow Forest became the homeland of the Fey, a place now known as the Glade. A whimsical place, hidden within shadows and protected by the bewildering magic of the Fey and Elvyne's blessing. Though deeply connected to nature, the Fey began to show up all across the world;
but every Fey still calls the Glade home. When the Forsaken God was brought down, Elvyne and her Fey kept their distance from the conflict. The matters of the outside world no longer mattered to her, as she had her children to care for and nothing else. Elvyne eventually rose with the other Gods, leaving the mortal world. Those who walk through the Glade say they can still sometimes hear the gentle melody of Elvyne's song.

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Name: Kellen Hreidmar

Age: 46

Race: Feyfolk

Gender: Male

Sign: The Sign of Elvyne is located above his collarbone on the right, a glyph representative of a single petal.

Blessing: Virtuoso



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Born to a lesser noble, Anthony was one of the lucky few inducted into the order of knights, warriors who promised to uphold Iustitia's teachings by following codes laid down by the god herself, also known as chivalry. Starting at the age of five, Anthony began the training of a knight as a page.

There's little to speak of about his training. It was very uneventful. Weapon training, prayer, and study of scrolls. This was his life until the age of 17, where he finally was able to partake in the rite of passage. The only thing to note was that it was rumored that Anthony killed his own father, although seemingly this was just, as he was not immediately booted from the order.

In order to become a knight, one needed to journey across the land to find a moonshard of Arabos, the moon that Iustitia shattered herself. Only by obtaining a shard and crafting it into a weapon could a knight prove that Iustitia approved of their knighthood. While having religious context, it was also a test of his training. Moon shards of Arabos generally did not land in very hospitable places. He did not come back from his quest for several years, coming back when he was nearly 25.

At the time of his return, the various orders of knights had begun bickering among each other over who was favored more by Iustitia, as the Knights had to choose a candidate to go to heed the call and travel to the capital. Anthony, having finished his newly crafted spear, waited patiently for the Grandmasters of the orders to finish before asking to be knighted.

But fate dictated Anthony would be knighted with or without the Grandmaster's authority. His spearhead began to glow brightly, almost blindingly, before dimming down to a state that did not blind everyone in the room. After they regained their composure, the Grandmasters of the orders realized this was a sign from Iustitia, their lady knighting their newest member personally.

It was no wonder then it was unanimously decided that Anthony should travel to the capital to represent the the humans. Anthony now finds himself in the capital, a little confused at his lady's decisions, but nonetheless willing to follow her bidding.

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Cerilla is the Goddess of Sorcery and, by extent, of Witchcraft. It is unknown when she came into being, perhaps she always had been or perhaps she had been created by the minds of those who lived on the earth. It was by her that the earth could be blessed with a bountiful harvest and by her that a curse could be placed on another.

Her blessings to man and fey alike depend on the extent of the ritual used to contact her. For those who merely worship her and perform the yearly ritual sacrifice to her, she grants them minor magical feats. Things such as lighting a fire from afar or a blessing of health upon them.

Then there are those who offer their own blood or the blood of another to satiate her hunger. The larger the being given as a sacrifice, the more powerful the magic provided to the one whom performed the ritual. This can range from being able to speak with crows and snakes to conjuring flames and summoning certain beasts. Some of her more devout followers even offer other humans or fey to her, in hopes of a great blessing.

Within her domain lies the dark secret of vampirism, a ritual by which the Goddess may bless her devout so long as they continue to consume the blood of others. Those who perform it successfully are granted a life longer than all those of their race, they are slightly faster, tire slower, and need not sleep. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is up to whom one asks as those who suffer from vampirism must consume blood daily or their powers are lost and their body succumbs to their true age.

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Cerilla had long wanted to wander the world of mortals, wishing to run through the forests at night and the flowers during the day. She came as a fair woman, always beautiful and kind whilst possessing humbleness- one which she wished to bestow upon those who worshipped her. She wished only to live the same as them, to experience their lives. Through them, she had been a noble woman whose husband had been cheating on her, whom she cursed for his failings.

The Night Mother eventually grew tired of the life of a mortal and retreated to the forests in which her cult worshipped her, a small place called the Ebonvale Forests. From there, people flocked to her for advice on their lives, to see if the bones would roll in their favor or if any bad omens were to plague them. Where she went, the people would flourish. That is, until those of her cult used their blessings for their less savory desires.

It wasn’t long before her cult began to spread the bless of vampirism that she gave them, that they forced it upon others without the proper ritual. Those who were forced their blessing died more often than not, a select few surviving to an unnatural thirst for blood which drove them to kill others. She became a Goddess no longer revered for blessing people but for cursing and harming others,

She retreated even further from those who worshiped her, driving them off till few knew her name and even fewer remembered her curses.

Cerilla was to be forgotten except by a select few covens who studied her, praised her and sacrificed to her for her good will.

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When the time came to fight the Forsaken, Cerilla contemplated whether or not to fight.The misuse of her blessings had lead to death, to the pain of others. Yet the Forsaken was something she knew would require her powers to beat and the powers of the other Gods. So, she granted her blessing once more to her people and lead them into battle. Many were killed or fled for battle with their blessings, few survived and even Cerilla didn’t not escape unharmed.

Her own body was damaged, marked by a brutal scar on her right arm that ran to her neck. She retreated to her own Realm, to live as the imperfect and scared being she became. Cerilla rarely converses with her worshipers anymore, rarely blessing them with her mark of a crescent moon. Even more rare was the sight of her as anything but a snake.