Arwynth

The sorrowful lament.
I wanted someone to hold me while I died.
To beat the blessed earth with our heartbeat.
I remain, to hear Mother's song, voice stirken.

The earth beneath my feet, an unholy din.
The sorrow that falls from sightless eyes.
The stars forever taken.
A light I cannot bear.

Heart to collide, to sleep again.
Take it all away.
One with the land I fell.
One with the sound it made.

Rueful in his actions.
Innocense taken, sanctuary taken, this cradle broken.
Lonesome path to follow with blinded eyes, lantern held in hands that bare no witness.
I, here, now, command none but my own.

Notes from the Riders

One of the few Vestiges that we know of that has been identified as a Brownie. The Children of Vilorlith are not lost, only here but not. She is extremely dangerous, as of yet we have no way of containing her. We have issued warnings to all surrounding areas in the form of myth and local superstition. Largely it has been effective, though casualties are still not uncommon.
We have attempted to ease her suffering but as one of the Great Mother's Children, she is much more than we are equipped to handle. We have requested that the Legion quardan off the area but was rejected due to the high visibility to the enemy. So, we can only watch as she searches endlessly for the source of a sound that is lost to all Children.

Physical Description

Body Features

A formless sound, a spectre to haunt the northern planes of the continent. Seen seldomly by travelers, but often heard if one should wander from the beaten trail. Its body is one with the snow during the late winter, appearing to be a moving mass of snow and ice. Not dissimilar to a wave on the seas, flowing freely between rock, stone and trees. What the majority of survivors describe it as is this: a sound. Though when pressed they would be unable to remember this sound beyond any description more than a vague song heard in the silence of falling snow.
Rarely, mythically rarely it is seen to have a face. In the ever shifting patterns of this icy wave, a face can be seen. A woman's though not Human, Dwarven, or Gnomish in nature. This creature is often described as the Witch of Winter, swallowing lost travelers whole, leaving only ice ridden mummies in it's wake.

Identifying Characteristics

Should one hear the chimes of ice whispering through the trees, seek higher ground. Should one see the tricks of the eyes, a shifting in the snow, one should pray. She is quiet until she sings to you, that cold seeping through your fingertips is her grasp. A lonesome hand to guide you, heed her words well. She will warn you, she will give you signs, she will tell you to flee. She cannot stop, she is compelled to follow.
Lucid she is, unable to control herself by unseen forces. A lamentable force, concerned for your safety from her. Should you hear a song in the wood, a voice in icy hills, a hymn in the frost crusted craggs. Run. No heat will stop her, no water will save you, fire only guides her, the winter's wind whipped eerie is her call.

Social

Speech

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Current Location

Isle of Mhuzelt

Species

Brownie

Conditions

• Shadow Touched Children

Ethnicity

The Namoux

Other Ethnicities/Cultures

• Brownies

Age

???

Family

The Quartet

Current Residence

Split Rock

Sex

Unknown

Presentation

Feminine

Eyes

Featureless, this being does not have eyes

Hair

In myth it's hair is the same color as freshly fallen snow

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

In art it is usually snow white

Height

???

Weight

???

Belief/Deity

Song of the Quartet

Aligned Organization

The Elsewhere