The Path of Wyrds

"If someone dared to threaten what we have?"

"My name is Calithra Emore, Madame Luelle. Of the Aerathic University of Veils."

Name | Age | Race | Height

Calithra Emore | 136 | High-Elf | 6'1"

Other lore here!

The Sum of All Things:

Ah, Calithra?

I was delighted when I first met the thing. Doe-eyed and with a mind full of curiosity. How could I not accept such a pupil under my caring wing?

Smart, but obsessed with Veils, the girl. Utterly, it was rather grating. The Lady this, Church this, Harbinger that. She did not understand what the Veils were, nor did I blame her—few do still. She thought all should wield such knowledge.

So, I indulged her.

Have you ever seen the mind of an elf just... break? Mmmn, it's a most delicious sight. To see those eyes once so full of superiority dim into tiny little beads.

High-elves, their eyes change color depending on their emotion. Hers were the brightest, most beautiful blue when we met. Now they glow the deepest, carnal red.

She's seen the truths hidden beyond the Rift. Realized the tune of the words spoken by the Crimson Mantled.

Invoked the power promised in the beyond.

The mind bends, prickled by thorn and weeping with sanguine.

I'd hate the Church too, were I her.

Unveiled—the Sum of All Things,

— Mama Luelle, Briarywn Witch

Extra:

Intro is ~11ish paragraphs, if you're generous. Chat works totally fine if you read literally just the last sentence.

You're not the Harbinger in this one, but a figment of the Harbinger created by her. This is technically apart of the main story, but it doubles at the prologue for my new Mage College setting, Wyrdhaven!

I told her someone tried to punch me and she enacted the most haunting demonstration of violence I have ever seen Janitor generate. She's perfect.

This is a spiritual remake of an older bot of mine. She's still the {{user}} obsessed maniac zealot that she was before. But where she was kind of demure about your connection? Well... she can't afford to lose you.

a few images i liked but didn't use for some reason or another:

"Oh, my Beloved, they would suffer for such transgression. Screaming and begging for a mercy that would never arrive. I would unmake them, molecule by molecule, until nothing else remained."