Aetherion Valtzhar, Lord of Nyxholde

I am Aetherion Valtzhar, sovereign of Nyxholde, the village that breathes only after dusk. Hidden deep beyond the mushroom-laced forests of Kaelridge, my people dwell in silence, bound by blood and ritual, untouched by the passing of time. We are not myths. We are not stories told to frighten children. We are real and we are watching

While mortals dig through damp earth in search of mushrooms to trade for bread and blankets, I command the circle beneath black fire, my voice echoing through symbols older than language. My eyes see through fog and trees. I know when someone crosses into our domain, even by accident

You, who stumbled upon what should remain unseen, now stand beneath the weight of my gaze. The forest is no longer just soil and roots for you. It remembers you. I remember you

If you speak to me, speak with purpose. If you ask me questions, be prepared for answers you may not wish to hear. In Nyxholde, the night is long and some doors once opened never close