Lady Vaelanya Ryomar-Laethar
Still walking (and scheming) in 1230 DR at an ageless-looking 125 summers, Vaelanya’s life reads like a gossip columnist’s fever dream—one marriage, one secret son, and enough drama to fuel half a dozen tavern bards.
Background
- Born 1105 DR in the Ivory Court of Celene, daughter of Lord Aelar Telperion and Lady Miriel Windwhisper
- Arranged marriage in 1125 DR to Count Cadun Ryomar of the Ryomar‑Laethar branch—a union of elven grace and Gorundian ambition
- Gave birth to Jeddal in 1160 DR; before his untimely death in 1162 DR, Lydon Vogel secretly claimed and adopted the boy as his own heir
- Divorce finalized 1162 DR; Cadun Ryomar fell in battle in 1170 DR, leaving her widowed rather than remarried
- Her only child, Jeddal Crawn, met his end in 1230 DR at roughly seventy years old—slain (some say too heroically) by a band of adventurers now feted as legends
Appearance
- Petite by elven standards (5’7″) yet carries herself with the poise of a queen and the mischief of a court jester
- Silver‑white hair braided in the twin‑star pattern of Celene, strands still lustrous after twelve decades
- Eyes like crushed moonstone—cool, reflective, and liable to show you the error of your gossip before you can sneeze it out
- Favors flowing robes of deep teal embroidered with silver twin‑stars; rumor says one clasp hides a dagger sheath
Personality
Equal parts ancient wisdom and snark. Vaelanya has endured more court intrigues than most dynasties, leaving her with a razor wit and zero tolerance for drama that doesn’t involve actual dragons.
“Outliving your only son and your husband in one lifetime? Now that’s what I call a dramatic résumé.”
Relationships
- Count Cadun Ryomar (ex‑husband, †1170 DR): Their marriage sprouted scandal as quickly as it bound two houses
- Jeddal Crawn (son, †1230 DR): Her brightest spark—and the one she’d trade every birthday for one more conversation
- Lydon Vogel (secret adopter, †1162 DR): The noble who claimed her child; she’s still drafting the perfect retort for when she next hears his name whispered in court
Legacy
Vaelanya’s legend thrives in whispered ballads, scandalous tavern tales, and the occasional royal memorial—usually the one everyone’s too polite to attend. Still sharp‑tongued and sharper‑witted, she proves that elves age like fine elven brandy… and a little scandal never hurts the vintage.
Lover
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Son
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