Goddess of Beauty and the Performing Arts
: Elvyne
Domain Beauty and Performance
Skills;
Radiance: Mortals who gaze upon the visage of Elvyne are mesmerized by her inconceivable beauty. Elves and Fae are unaffected.
Muse: Elvyne's blessing inspires those she bestows it upon, granting them prodigal talent in a type of performance. Those who are born with this blessing are able to turn their performances into power that manifests in many different forms. The first Bard was one who inherited the sign of Elvyne.
: 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.
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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.
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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.
