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Fragments on the Road

[h1]Fragments on the Road[/h1] [i]by Lysi'ander El'rorion Vae'Khyll[/i] [i]Thoughts in transit. Autumn aspect. Moving north toward the Open Hand.[/i] [hr] [h2]I. The Garrison[/h2] [i]The Gate of Ilthmar — Geister, 3023[/i] The gate captain w...

02:24 pm - 01.07.2026

The Rite of Passing Seasons Spoken alone. Witnessed only by Titania and Freyja. Winter came when I fell. It stayed longer than it should have. I did not argue. Grief earns its season. But I have bled into foreign soil, and something that wore my face has been left behind in the dark where they will find it and call it an ending. Let them. Titania — you taught me that nothing dies. It only changes what it wears. Freyja — you taught me that the worthy do not stay where they fall. So I release the white hair and the cold eyes. I release the cold that kept me standing when standing cost everything. I release you, Winter. You were never meant to be permanent. You were meant to be survived. Now Autumn comes for what remains. Harvest what was planted in the dark. Carry the dead season gently the way the trees do — not with grief, but with color, before they let go. The stars remember the shape of him. The shadow keeps his name. The candle does not mourn the flame it was. It simply stops.

5th Level WarCleric / 2nd Level Paladin

To Titania, Queen of Summer, and Freyja, Goddess of War—hear my vow. You have shown me both faces of devotion: the light that must be preserved, and the steel that guards it. I am Eladrin, born of the Land of Faerie's beauty, yet tempered by duty's weight. My aspect is frost—not from hatred, but from necessity. I wear this winter as penance and reminder: beauty without strength is fragile, and strength without purpose is hollow. Titania, you gave me the mission: protect the displaced, shelter the innocent, prepare this world for what comes. You have already seen my heart—you know what I would sacrifice for your will. Freyja, you gave me the method: strength through action, honor through sacrifice, justice delivered by my hand. War is not cruelty; it is mathematics. It is the blade that cuts before the rot spreads. I choose Vengeance not from rage, but from clarity. I have walked the borders between courts, served as Twilight Warden where summer's revelry meets winter's silence. I have seen mortals—their lives brief as mayfly dances, yet burning with such fierce purpose. What they cannot do in their fleeting years, I will accomplish in my long memory. I will be the consequence that outlasts their generation. By Titania's light and Freyja's blade, I swear this: When words fail and mercy runs dry, I will be the answer. I will bear the weight of necessary choices, the burden of pragmatic action, the cold calculation of who lives and who must fall—so others need not. I will become what mortals cannot afford to be: patient, unyielding, and eternal in purpose. You have already blessed my strike with divine purpose. Let that same righteous fire guide every blow I land in your service. Let my enemies know the difference between a warrior who fights for glory and one who fights for necessity. When I stand between the innocent and the abyss, let my blade carry the weight of both summer's mercy and winter's judgment. Let my enemies know my name not through songs of glory, but through the inevitability of winter's arrival. I am not the celebration; I am the preparation. I am not the harvest; I am the culling that ensures next year's crop. This is my oath: I am the frost that preserves what summer loves. I am the shield forged in winter's forge. I am Vengeance in your service—by the means others cannot bear, against the evils they cannot face. Guide my hand when rage clouds wisdom. Judge my choices by their fruits, not my methods. Forgive what must be done, but hold me accountable when winter forgets why it guards the spring. By any means necessary, I will fight the greater evil. Actions, not words. Results, not rhetoric. So I vow. So let it be witnessed. Prayer spoken in solitude, upon receiving the divine authority to channel sacred wrath through steel 3023, Year of Unrelenting Winter Lysi'ander El'rorion Vae'Khyll

This is what happens when you go up against acid-using spiders... You end up half-naked and in need of new armor!

Once, ceremonial armor from a minor noble house in Lankhmar. After the house fell into disgrace, it was sold to Boros and reworked into a battle-ready scale. Red lacquer flakes off in spots. Note: Impressively stylish—adds flair to any battlefield sermon. This armor consists of a coat and leggings (and perhaps a separate skirt) of leather covered with overlapping pieces of metal, much like the scales of a fish. The suit includes gauntlets. It comes with a lifetime warranty if returned to Boros for repairs.

Lev in his winter aspect - the season of contemplation and hard choices. His Eladrin nature manifests in both the ethereal beauty of fey nobility and the crystalline determination of one who has seen too much suffering. The snow reflects both his current seasonal state and the harsh realities that have transformed him from prince to protector

A cleric of Titania and Freyja bearing the winter's harsh truths. From noble exile to divine warrior, Lev embodies the balance between his goddesses - Titania's protective light and Freyja's warrior's blade. His eyes hold the wisdom of one who has seen cosmic threats and chosen to stand against them

Lev's Thoughts: The Oakhaven Crisis

Arrival and Initial Assessment By Titania's light and Freyja’s blade, what have we stumbled into? When we first approached Oakhaven, I expected perhaps bandits, maybe some political intrigue around Lilly's inherited holdings. What we've discovered in...

01:21 am - 01.08.2025

Level 6 = 5 Levels of Warcleric / 1 Level of Paladin

The Binding of Blade and Faith As spoken by Lysi'ander El'rorion Vae'khyll upon taking his first level of Paladin The cleric channels what the gods provide, The paladin becomes what oaths decide. By Titania's winter-touched command, By Freyja's blade-blessed, guiding hand— No longer servant to divine decree, But sacred weapon, forged and free. This oath I swear on blood and steel: What wisdom sees, this blade shall heal. Where darkness rises, I shall stand, Between the realms, twilight's last guardian. —The Twilight Prince, in the moment of transformation Year of Unyielding Winter, 3023TC

Did I hear that correctly...?

Reached Level 5

The Oath of Lysi'ander In twilight's grasp, where winter ever clings, I stand at threshold's edge of growing power. A year has passed since exile's bitter hour, Yet strength has grown where doubt once spread its wings. The Fair Queen's light, the Valkyrie's fierce call— Twin patrons guiding this lost fey prince's path. Their voices echo through the aftermath Of choices made before my pride did fall. My healing touch has saved companions' lives, My prayers have shielded them from certain doom. In darkness where all hope seemed to entomb, The light of sacred magic still survives. With Cathllynn's wisdom, sharp as winter's edge, Her form that shifts as freely as the breeze, Her insight guides our party through the trees Of mortal dangers we've been pledged to hedge. And Dorian, whose hands once cursed to hold A blade that bound him in unwilling pact, His courage never broken by this act— His heart remains as true as finest gold. While Lilly, keeper of the natural word, Whose halfling spirit brims with life and light, Has shown this winter prince to see the bright Green growth where once I thought all hope deferred. This mortal band, so fleeting yet so true, Has shown me strength I'd never thought to find In realms beyond the fey domains designed— Their brevity of life lends valor new. I feel within a calling start to rise, Beyond the cleric's path I've walked thus far. A warrior's oath now beckons like a star— The paladin's path before my winter eyes. No simple shift of power this shall be, But transformation of my very core. The cleric channels gods; I yearn for more— A sacred path where faith and blade agree. The weapons once so foreign to my hand Now speak to me of oaths I long to swear. Each strike a prayer, each stance a silent dare To walk the sacred way these gods command. My father's voice across the veil I hear: "A Twilight Warden stands between the realms." Soon I shall seek the warrior's helm, To better guard those I've grown to hold dear. To Titania, I'll pledge my winter's soul, To Freyja, I'll commit my blood and shield. Upon that path, my true self shall be revealed— A champion of two worlds made whole. The dragons come, the prophecies ring true. With faith and blade in reverent accord, I'll honor both the magic and the sword, And prove my worth in all that I pursue. This exile's burden lightens with each day, As purpose fills the void that shame once owned. A servant of the twilight, winter-toned, Between two planes, I'll forge my sacred way. The Year of Shifting Shadows now has passed, Its meaning etched in every choice I've made. Through temple depths where children cried for aid, Through battles where our lot with foes was cast. Now Unyielding Winter claims its reign, A name that echoes through my frosted soul. This winter aspect, chosen and whole, Reflects the path I walk in joy and pain. The Seelie Queen, whose court I left behind, Still whispers magic through my winter veins. Her twilight power ever sustains The fey enchantments to my spells aligned. While Freyja's battle-wisdom guides my hand, Her valor teaching me the warrior's way. Her strength flows through my spells when I pray— A cleric who by blade will make his stand. Two goddesses, two realms between I stand, An exiled prince who found new purpose here. The path ahead at last is growing clear— A paladin born of frost and faith's demand. —Lysi'ander Vae'Khyll Year of Unyielding Winter 3023

“Commandments of War”

Know Thy Enemy, Thy Allies, and Their Numbers "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles." Understand the enemy’s strengths, weaknesses, and numbers. When outnumbered, focus your party's attacks on one ...

08:17 pm - 09.02.2025

Reached Level 4

Through winter's touch and twilight's grace, From noble past to warrior's pace. In Nehwon's realm, new strength I find, As Freyja's will and Titania's mind Guide my path through darker days, Teaching truths in stranger ways. Level rising, power grows, Yet wisdom deepens as it flows. No longer just an exile's tale, But guardian where shadows veil. Four steps forward on this road, Carrying prophecy's sacred load. Through battles fought and children saved, New purpose found, new paths I've paved. In mortal bonds and fey decree, A stronger warrior I now be. Winter's chill still marks my soul, But closer now to being whole.

Lev's Reflection of Sessions 23 and 24

(Reflections of Sessions 23 & 24) As Lysi'ander settles against the damp stone wall, blood still drying on his blade, his thoughts turn inward... The aftermath of battle leaves a peculiar taste - copper and stone dust, touched with the lingering spa...

08:36 pm - 30.12.2024

Reached Level 3

In the embrace of dual Goddesses divine, My spirit grows stronger with each passing line. Though transgressions weigh on my conscious mind, One Goddess's blessings remain sublime. The circle widens of those I'd defend, As sacred connections continue to mend. Through visions dark of troubled days ahead, Still gratitude's light does sweetly transcend. In this moment blessed, I dare to dream Of future peace, when I might redeem The chance to change, to shift my form anew, Though winter's chill still pierces through. Till then I'll wait, in faithful grace, For warmth to find its rightful place. My Goddesses watch with patient eyes, As my soul's connection ever rises.

Lev's Reflection of Session 21 and 22

16th of Zepter, 3022 (Year of the Shifting Shadows) (*Session 21) The mortal realm continues to challenge me in ways I never anticipated. Today, I found myself in a most undignified position - caged like a common beast alongside a human named Dorian. M...

03:03 pm - 18.10.2024

Lev's Lyre that he brought with him from the Fey lands

Holy Symbol for Titania and Freya

Signet Ring of his family in the Noble Seelie Court