Izurich

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Shut up, maid.

@ERode

Psykers' attempt at slipping yet another Sakuya clone has just been exposed.

SPIRITUM

--Near Sapple Springs - Rest Stop--

Amongst the squad, Valerie was one of those who had a more sympathetic outlook about Collette, especially with all that had occurred so far. She's a peace-loving diplomat in an otherwise warmongering nation and the one time she tried to prevent further bloodshed, she almost paid for it with her life. Hindered by both her own people and whoever was behind that warbot-birthing porcupine airship, the princess really didn't deserve any unnecessary roughhousing. "She had gone through enough for one night, guys..." Valerie croaked out each word, hoping it'd be enough.

Not wanting to make Gerard and Morden's job harder than it should be, the white-haired WARDEN remained outside of the truck while it's being moved into the garage despite her aching... everything begging her to use the passenger seat to rest. Instead, Valerie dragged her feet into the RV, not even caring if she stumbled upon an undressed Collette. They were both women, no need to make it weird.

Although Valerie didn't verbally respond to Gerard's generous offer, the fact her mistburnt butt had vanished into the mobile home was a clear enough answer.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Hillside Hamlet--

Well, well, well, things were progressing quite nicely here, though... not unexpected. Those shambling blobs of malicious shadow might be quite a hassle for two defenders to deal with, but with the addition of more than half a dozen combatants, the tide rapidly shifted against the oozeling's favor.

Between Youmu's phantom swords, Mokou's divine flames, Rayne's... spellcard of mass destruction, Fran's electric fury, Lewa's sylphic swings, Joker's vampiric blade (now where did he learn that technique?), Anne's cybernetic assault, and Sanae's amphibian grenades, on top of what the scissor-wielding blunette and gigantic treant had been doing, Remilia observed in amused glee as her comrades cut, scorch, blast, cleave, drain, and blow up the seemingly endless slime horde.

Even when the bulkier hostiles arrived and started launching shadowy spheres toward those in the backlines, including Remilia, the vampiress simply needed to ever so casually shifted her position here and there to let the projectiles harmlessly rush past her. She didn't even need to retaliate as Anne and the others quickly took care of them too, nor did she need to start healing anyone since it was such a one-sided massacre, the otherworlders managed to have their cake and eat it too.

Eventually, no more oozes emerged, made completely extinct. A foregone conclusion, all things considered.

"Good show, my friends, good show.~ With a casual pace, Remilia flew toward the center of the village, where the two curious guardians were expressing their gratitude, well, one of the two as it seemed the living tree was the strong, silent type. "Brave Lady Gwen, I am Lady Remilia of House Scarlet, it's a pleasure," The youkai curtsied in return, "Now, I'd love to exchange pleasantries with you, but only after you direct me to the wounded, I so happen to be a healer, you see."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

My NPCs

@Theyra

Yo, I've noticed something. Seeds are like, really rare, especially those that confer actual benefits beyond party tricks. So a single noble house / faction usually only have one (and held by the house's head by default). The Corrin family having three (four if you count Islara) is a bit much imo.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--College of Hathforth - Classroom--

Unlike the struggles or resignations displayed by her classmates, there's naught but serene concentration from the ash-haired Lilim as she held out her palms, where a sphere of metal could be seen floating in the space between. Nothing could disrupt her focus...

Hmph, the envious stares from these insipid creatures you call 'classmates' annoy me.

...yes, not even the dark, echoing voice reverberating in her very soul.

Hush, Kronos, that's irrelevant. She quipped back to the voice, or more specifically, the creature behind said voice, the Dremora of Time, Kronos, who was forcibly fused with her by her own mother in a desperate bid to save her sickly, dying body.

After receiving a scholarship from the Society of Young Magic and then over the months since the semester began, Melisande of the Tearmoon Coven had quickly proven herself to be a talented magus, and while magical talents were to be expected from her kin, the coven matriarch's daughter was considered exceptional even amongst her people, so much so that even the Society's founder, Court Mage Blackthorne spoke highly of her, elevating her fame further.

However, while they weren't exactly mistaken about her arcane talents as this much was indeed expected due to her fey-touched blood, Melisande herself believed she wasn't particularly extraordinary as the reason behind her prodigious talents was her "twin sibling". Dremora essence flowed through her veins, amplifying her already excellent magical potential to new heights. Unfortunately, Kronos itself demanded that no one else must know of its existence, it had always been a reclusive entity, whether in the shade or here in the material plane. As such, Melisande had no choice but to claim all the 'glory' for herself, even if she didn't deserve it.

Still, to Kronos' credit, she could see where it's coming from. After all, fame often brought its own share of issues. Between the Lilim's talents and nymphet beauty, the amount of confessions Melisande had received from her fellow students was beyond counting, and along with them, envy. A few times now, she had been confronted by heartbroken girls (and some boys) who blamed her for "stealing" their lover. Apparently, even though said lover was the one who cheated on them by confessing to another person, it's still her fault for being such a wicked temptress, though she was anything but surprised, especially considering the coven she belonged to was infamously known as a den of spouse snatchers.

Truly, she had not the time, nor energy for those frivolous pursuits. Her studies and most certainly, her mission were far more important. Yet, they wouldn't believe her and at this point, Melisande had decided to simply pay them no mind, both admirers and detractors. So indeed, nothing could break her concentration...

...or so she thought. Upon hearing what the bespectacled faculty staff said, the Lilim let the orb float down to rest on its pedestal then turned her pale indigo eyes toward the older girl, "I shall be there promptly, ma'am."

Without further ado, the adolescent student made her way out of the classroom, passing the curious, jealous, and jealously curious stares of her classmates.

What is that frail human planning?

He's Headmaster Ashan, not frail human.

Hmph, no mortal is worthy to be my master.

Kronos...

@Estylwen

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

@Izurich I can certainly see Eirwen mentioning Melisande to the Duke. Time-based magic, particularly the ability to hasten or slow effects, seems to have strong potential even as a low-level spell, and that's not even getting into her higher-level abilities.

@LunarParadox

Sounds good!

In that case, I've written my Relationships section with that in mind:

Mèlisande & Kronos' Relationships

Mèlisande & Kronos' Relationships
Us Melisande to Kronos and Kronos to Melisande. A pair of existences as distinct as oil and water, yet united together through the machinations of the Tearmoon Matriarch.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "You're the reason I can live, laugh, and love, Kronos, thank you." "Hmph, tis' a burden forced upon me, however, I shall keep you alive until I can be free from this prison. Woe to all who aims to harm Us."
Matriarch Jezebel Tearmoon The reigning matriarch of the Tearmoon Coven, Melisande's mother by blood, and last but not least, Kronos' abductor. One of the two is obviously more fond of her than the other.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "My beloved mother, she could simply bear more daughters yet she never gave up on me. For her, I'll sail through even the stormiest seas." "... ... ..."
Headmaster Caveus Ashan Dean of the College of Hathforth and a good friend of Melisande's mother. His sheer arcane knowledge and experience made him quite respected in the coven. It's preferable to have him on our side than against.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "Headmaster Ashan possesses acumen only few others have. I can see why Mother is fond of him, for I am too," "Humans are such short-lived creatures even amongst you mortals. If he's such a brilliant magus, why doesn't he free himself from time's grasp? Or perhaps he can't."
Court Mage Eirwen Blackthorne Court Mage and Advisor to the Wizard Queen, but more importantly, the founder of the Young Society of Magic, providing scholarships to promising students such as herself.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "I hope I can make Sir Blackthorne proud." "This mortal is capable of recognizing a being of superior power when he sees it, good, he knows his place."
Duke Laurent Rhinecliff The head of House Rhinecliff and ruler of Odonfield, like Caveus, he's a good friend of Mother. Tearmoon and Odonfield had been neighbors for as long as she knows, long before the reign of either the duke or the matriarch. She prefers if this cordial relationship continue.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "Mother told me the Duke will assist me in my mission, and I suppose he expects the coven to side with him against the Wizard Queen..." "He and the vexatious feyling are of the same flock, you should trust neither. Only we can take care of us."
Wizard Queen Evelyn Keove The reigning sovereign of Arrowfell, who carved her path to power through blood and death. She appointed the Royal Gardeners to manage the Glasic Fields instead of the coven, the very reason why Melisande was given her mission.	________________________ ________________________ ________________________ "Can I truly change her mind? Or can this only be done through force?" "I care little for my kin, but knowing she can abduct them at will with her accursed crown... yes, it'll fill me with joy to drag her into the Shade, kicking and screaming..."

P.S.: I can't seem to get rid of the massive blank space at the top of the table for some reason.

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Erzsébet the Blood Witch

ERZSÉBET

SANGUINEUS MALEFICARUM

Chronologically ambiguous, physically early teens | Female | 144cm (4'9") | 30kg (66lbs)

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A crown of pale golden locks framing a youthful visage adorned by a pair of teal emeralds set on a petite and slender body, Erzsébet superficially projects the image of a young girl just past the eve of adolescence. However, the facade is merely skin-deep as interacting with her on any capacity will reveal the baleful witch lurking underneath the veil of maidenly innocence.

Alluding to the rumors of her ties to royalty, Erzsébet - or 'Elizabeth' when Anglicized - prefers to clad herself in fine dresses and apparel however they're obtained, looted from a harbor raid or forcefully stripped away from their previous wearer, it matters not. Due to the nature of her role within Captain Monroe's crew, these dresses are more often than not constantly soaked in blood, both fresh and dried. Tis' fine, she can always replace it after another raid.

BIOGRAPHY:

Erzsébet's past is one muddled in conflicting rumors, hearsay, and myths. Some say she's a demon masquerading as a child, others claimed she's the daughter of the infamous Voivode of Wallachia, Vlad "Dracula" Tepes, but the most prevalent theory is that she's none other than Erzsébet Báthori the Blood Countess herself. After all, between her shared name, bloodcurdling haemomancy, and apparent agelessness, the signs are all there. Regardless, the Blood Witch in question never quite confirms, nor denies any of these rumors, and the powers she possesses are indispensable enough for the crew to accept or at the very least tolerate her presence. Besides, with figures such as the Sea Witch sailing around, having one of her 'kind' on your side is more a blessing than a curse.

Speaking of the she-devils, the two witches seem to have history with one another. From Erzsébet's side, she appears to possess a sort of friendly rivalry with the dark-haired witch-captain. Peculiarly, the blonde often refers to Veronica as "that child" or "the upstart", suggesting that Beth is the senior of the two and once upon a time, she was also the more powerful. Regardless of the truth, the fact remains that as things stand, Veronica will overwhelm the shorter woman in a straight up witch-to-witch duel.

Erzsébet, being a witch, unsurprisingly has a rock bottom opinion of the Church(es); Anglican, Catholic, Orthodox, they're all self-righteous fools no better, nay, worse than the apostates they condemn. However, out of every members of the clergy out there, Beth has a seething hatred for one Bishop Gregor, an infamous knight of the Anglican Church. Merely mentioning his name would earn the speaker a death glare from the Blood Witch and to express support for the man would earn one a swift and extremely agonizing death via sudden exsanguination.

Rumors abound that Gregor was the one responsible for Erzsébet's fall from one of the most powerful witches of the known world to merely a blood mage serving under a young pirate captain. It was said she narrowly avoided the knight's divine judgment, but left crippled afterwards, a mere shadow of her former self. No matter, she'll soon regain her might and exterminate these so-called men of the cloth, down to the last priest.

As a person, though Erzsébet can rather convincingly put on the facade of a young girl she masquerades as, the figure behind the mask is a sadistic crone who ultimately serves no one but herself. She isn't fazed by death, nor torture, hell, she enjoys them. In contrast, Beth has enough pragmatic intelligence to know that wanton sadism is ill-advised and to achieve greater purposes, allies are necessary. Thus, the Blood Witch deigns herself to serve Captain Monroe and reserves her streaks of cruelty to those the crew deem as 'acceptable victims': hostile pirates, the royal navy, raid victims, etc.

NATURAL ABILITIES:

Erzsébet is well-versed in the study of the arcane. Though people may be able to cast spells, not all of these spellcasters possess the erudition required to know why magic functions the way it is; the inner workings of magic circuits, the flow of mana, and the patterns of ley lines, these are scholarly matters beyond the knowledge of most, including those who can otherwise cast spells by instinct or rudimentary knowledge.

Erzsébet is also quite knowledgable about the human anatomy. She knows what makes people tick from head to toe and she uses this expertise both to mend and break. As a result, she can fulfill the role of a doctor as well as a torturer, ...and sometimes both simultaneously.

She's a pretty good actress, able to put on various masks to fit the persona she's currently emulating. The blonde is perfectly aware of how she looks physically and has no qualms exploiting the bias for (or against) youthful innocence present in most people.

MAGICAL ABILITIES:

Magic Type: Haemomancy (Blood Magic)

Basic Effects: Erzsébet's specialty lies in the manipulation and utilization of blood as spellcasting reagent. She wields blood as a more traditional mage would wield mana. For Beth, blood is mana and mana is blood, it matters not from where the blood flows; herself, enemies, allies, or the environment, she can extend her arcane strings onto them and wield them as if they're her limbs.

For a magical discipline so narrowly focusing on a single essence, haemomancy is surprisingly quite versatile in its applications. The sanguineus maleficarum can use blood for offense, defense, and even support. It can cause bloodshed as well as heal them. As a catch, depriving a blood mage of the one reagent they almost exclusively use will leave them powerless.

Advanced Spells:

❖ Crimson Conjuration: Erzsébet's most versatile ability. She utilizes blood to construct various objects from blood spikes, a wall of hardened blood, and even a literal bloodhound. She must exert concentration to move and manipulate these blood-based constructs, even if they're otherwise shaped like a living creature such as the aforementioned bloodhound.
❖ Scarlet Surgeon: Practically the direct opposite of Captain Monroe's Touch of Entropy power. She staunches bleeding, stitch wounds close, and mends your body. No, the process does not look pretty at all, go to those clerical scum instead if you want one of those warm golden healing light.
❖ Excruciating Exsanguination: Erzsébet spins in place like a demented ballerina, grins madly, and cackles as she forcefully induces fatal hemorrhaging on multiple targets around her. When cast, a sanguine magic circle gradually expands outward from underneath her feet and anyone - friend, foe, bystanders, it cares not - touched by said circle will feel their blood being drained out until they have no more to drain.

It's functionally a hex-type spell and like all curses, it can be nullified or resisted. In this case, someone with enough physical endurance will be able to brute force through its effects. Some would call this spell a gross crime against nature, though she'd rather see it as... efficient. However, the technique is quite taxing on her reserves and she can only safely do so up to three times before needing to rest.
❖ Titian Thrall: If one believes murdering others by profuse internal and external bleeding is revolting, then they certainly will be pleasantly surprised that the Blood Witch has something even worse under her frilly sleeves. With her exsanguination spell, at the very least her victims will be granted a swift death, unlike the poor sod on the receiving end of this spell. Erzsébet manipulates a target's blood as figurative strings to directly control their physical actions much like a meat-puppet. The target is forced to watch as faculty over their own body is robbed from them, they'll be conscious as the sadistic puppetmistress compels them to kill their own friends and families, and they can only hope she'll grant them death once she's done with them, for truly, it'll be crueler to let them live after such an ordeal.

As a hex-type spell, a potential victim can attempt to resist succumbing under control, particularly those who are already familiar with regulating mana and spellcasting (e.g., mages, witches, etc.). Against these 'arcane-touched' targets, Erzsébet can at most attempt to briefly control a limited part of their body such as an arm or a leg as total domination is out of the question unless the recipient is somehow willing or already incapacitated.

EQUIPMENT:

❖ Several vials of blood for spellcasting
❖ A leather tome which doubles as both a spellbook and journal, enchanted to be waterproof

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: d62524
❖ Despite how cruel she may seem, Erzsébet isn't a true psychopath. She's capable of feeling empathy and affection for others, they're simply... buried under her hubris, pride, and bitter jadedness. Her past has taught her that the world preys on the weak and the strong rules, therefore she must be strong. Those who can't stand up for themselves simply mean they're weak and therefore prey.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc
Eve "Grayscale"

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It was nearing the dead of night, most of the Kirins and their hosts had already turned in for the night, yet a few souls still stirred. One of Ciradyl’s attendants offered Galahad a short- if curt bow as he entered a makeshift hospital-dorm. A few of Ciradyl’s men had suffered minor injuries during the raid, alongside one of their own. Eve, the eidolon girl still had yet to wake, and while in the moment Galahad had no sway over her decision making, he still felt responsible for her wellbeing.

The attendants had wrapped the girl in simple clothing, the dragoon’s adorned cloak folded over a nearby chair. Wrapping the cloak back over his shoulders, Galahad took a seat by the bed. With all that had been happening since the others joined, Galahad had yet to have taken any serious time with anyone, much less examine them closely. At a glance, one might’ve mistook her for a normal girl, save the gray hair and tail. Asleep, Eve looked rather unassuming, it was hard to imagine that this was more akin to a dragon a few short hours ago.

Just the memory caused Galahad’s hand to instinctively flex, reaching for a weapon that was not there. Every single one of his instincts were screaming at him. Eve was dangerous. Moreso, she was destructive- more than any individual member of their party. A humanoid representation of the apex predators he was trained from the moment he could walk to kill.

”A monster.” he breathed.

"Correct."

Eve's soft voice filled the room through the curt reply as her eyelids fluttered open, it seemed the horned and tailed chimera was less dormant than Galahad initially anticipated. The Dragoon coughed in surprise, before glancing away awkwardly. Having already experienced the toll of unleashing the Dragon King's signature power in the past, she already concluded that nothing fatal happened to her while comatose; it seemed she'd live to fight another day, good. Furthermore, the fact her comrade was here meant they were the ones who recovered her, another stroke of fortune. It'd be quite troublesome if she was still left on the battlefield, or worse, captured by Valheim and sent back to one of their accursed facilities. Never again...

Eve sat up, not paying any mind to her new apparel and instead focused on the Edrenian Dragoon seated by her bedside. Judging from the situation, it'd appear he was the one who rescued her, just as she requested the team to do. "I'm something that should not exist, a very mockery of life itself." The girl spoke with such detached tranquility that it could only mean this was far from the first time she uttered those phrases.

"That's why they must pay, that's why I fight." For someone who superficially looked even smaller and younger than Miina, Eve certainly gave no impression of acting nowhere close to her apparent age, indeed, what lied before the exiled noble truly is an engineered living weapon, not a young girl, "And I must thank you, Galahad, without you, my fight would've ended by now."

”How long have you been awake?” Galahad asked, shifting somewhat uncomfortably. The detached air and manner of speaking was always at least somewhat unsettling, more so now that he was the only recipient of her words. ”That was unkind of me, instinct if you will.”

Was it shame he felt? Embarrassed that she'd heard his words, yes, but also in that he understood so little of what Valheim had done to the poor girl.

”What about your family? Do you know where they are? Don't they worry for you? “

"Not long. Your voice was the first thing I heard after I regained consciousness." The faux eidolon answered matter-of-factly, then curled a small stoic smile, bereft of even a hint of malice, "Perhaps, but you weren't mistaken, I am a monster. You're a monster slayer, we're not even supposed to be allies." After all, there was no offense to be taken in the face of cold hard facts. However, while Galahad's slip of tongue might not have any ramifications whatsoever to Eve, what he said next certainly did. At his inquiries, the white-haired girl's visage subtly curled into one of tranquil fury, her red eyes stuck open wide as her pupils constricted into slits, much like the dreaded dragons themselves, the very same expression that Izayoi witnessed at the ruined village.

"I was made, not born, in a sterile laboratory, Valheim engineered a weapon and treated me as such..." She answered, her tone calm, yet dripping with venom, like a deceptively still lake ready to swallow and drown all who dared to step foot in it, "Except for one, Dr. Eve, my mother, the only shelter of warmth amidst the sea of callousness." Eve closed her eyes as a long drawn-out exhale left her, "She freed me, but paid for it with her life." Her lids opened once more, returning eye contact with the dragoon, "For that, I'll ensure the empire's destruction even if it kills me."

”She sounds kind.” Galahad said quietly, his thoughts straying towards that of his own family, his mother, warm and gentle, his father harsh and cold. ”She reminds me of my mother– though I don't think I'll be welcomed back home with open arms any time soon, even if we complete our mission.”

Slowly standing, Galahad stretched a bit, stifling a short cough. ”I suppose it's not quite the same, but I think quite a few of our party have been separated from their families for one reason or another.”

”Back in Edren, Valheim was always just another boogeyman, a story to tell children about so they'd behave. We knew they existed, but they always stayed in Osprey and never bothered the rest of the continent so we never gave them much heed– at least, not until the Blight came about.”

“Some of us are here for the Blight, others are here to kill Valheim- to be honest, I could tolerate, but didn't really care for the latter, but the more I learn about them, the more it feels to me that Valheim is as much a blight to the people as the actual Blight itself.

The petite black mage then listened to the Edreni's perspective regarding the mysterious empire from across the ocean, "They're naught but power-hungry tyrants, using their power not to help the helpless, but oppress them instead." She had no love lost for the empire, they all could burn for all she cared, "I firmly believe Valheim brought upon the Blight." She then stared at Galahad dead in his eyes, "Proof? Look at me... look at me and imagine a whole legion of me's, that's what they're hoping to achieve. Bahamut isn't the only Eidolon whose image they've desecrated, the empire is cultivating more chimeric abominations even as we speak. There’s no reason to doubt that the universe itself is responding to their folly attempts at playing god."

”That's a terrifying thought.” Galahad admitted candidly, ”Men and women without a choice but to destroy. It seems that is to be Valheim's legacy. I don't know what their ultimate goals are, but we'll stop them. I swear it.”

”For now, you should finish resting. This war waits for no one, and we'll need you in the coming days, no doubt.” Galahad said as he began to turn, pausing a few steps away from the door. Turning back, he slowly, gently placed his hand on the top of the Eidolon's head and gave her a light pat. ”I was wrong. For that I apologize. You're not a monster– Valheim is.”

"If the consequence for failure is an apocalypse, then we must succeed or die trying." Eve's frowning expression subtly, yet suddenly shifted into one of mixed emotions as the Edreni Dragoon openly admitted to her being needed, being... wanted. "..." The rational part of her mind might infer the unsurprising obviousness of his statement, especially after what she did to facilitate Hien's escape, but still, hearing it from the team’s leader shook her right in her artificial soul.

The horned mage pursed her lips, and unlike her usual bouts of taciturn silence, this time, she didn't know what to say instead of choosing not to speak. "Nn..." The only "word" she could utter was a small whimper, one red eye closing as the dragonslayer's calloused palm caressed her bleached locks, "I-..." ’...-already told you, you weren't mistaken’ was what her mind came up with, but her vocal cords never produced the words, instead she responded by her pale cheeks rosening as she slightly turned away, also might or might not be pouting.

"A-... acknowledged..."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

-Stuff-

@ERode

Yeah, Laurent likely wouldn't know Melisande purely by her merits alone, but most likely through Jezebel (and potentially, Eirwen) instead, being basically the village elder's first child.

Regarding the Court Mage mentioning Melisande's talents to the Duke, I'll let @LunarParadox decide, as I'd imagine the Society of Young Magic has many other talented proteges as well for obvious reasons. Whether Mel counts as noteworthy even amongst the exceptional is up for Lunar to decide as the author of both Eirwen and the Society.

As for Jezebel pulling favors from Laurent, I like that idea, perhaps you can even assume that the Duke is aware that the Matriarch is pretty miffed by the Wizard Queen giving exclusive privileges to the Royal Gardeners to manage the Glasic Fields even though the coven exists. Perhaps he also knows that the Tearmoon matriarch ultimately answers to no one but herself, but if they can come to a mutual cooperation, having good rapport with an enclave full of naturally talented mages would do well for his master plan. And supporting who's basically their 'princess' seems like the obvious way to start.

The politics stuff all sounds good to me, yeah, it'd make sense for them to have various deals and agreements over the centuries of being neighbors.

If there's anything I'd like to add, the not-so-pleasant side of the coin is that amongst their detractors, the coven is known as a bunch of husband (and sometimes, wife) snatchers who willingly shelter adulterers in their enclave. Due to this, the race has a controversial reputation as beautiful, eternally youthful nymphettes who're naturally talented with all things magical, but on the other, they're decried as depraved temptresses who corrupt honest men and women with their “wicked charms”.

Additionally, since the glade was indirectly mentioned in @Click This' part, it's a good opportunity to mention that other feys (nymphs, pixies, dryads, sylphs, etc.) generally respect the lilim, and vice versa, due to their shared ancestry. So if someone wants to deal with anything fey-related, you really can't go wrong with a lilim guide / companion. Much less likely to be pranked and all.

Related, changelings are fey too, but I'll let @Donut Look Now decide how they stand with their sibling races since her PC is one and I think it'll be prudent to refer to her opinion for this.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Including the new sheets, we so far have 3 PCs whose Seed revolves around protecting the bearer against mind-affecting effects.

Safina must be in shambles. 😩