Eliwyn was born the fourth child to Eliseth and Annwyl Torleth shortly after The Retreat. The Torleths arrived in Baldur’s Gate with the intention of embarking for Evermeet from Grey Harbor. But a last minute change of heart by her father resulted in the family dividing. The eldest Torleth girls left with their husbands and children for the secluded elven isle. Eliseth, Annwyl, and their son Taran stayed behind. Eliwyn was born two years later.
Her father, a member of the Iyrandrii and a former guard of that isolated realm, joined The Watch of the Upper City. The oversar at the time took notice of Eliseth’s skill. As he had no successor, he declared Eliseth as such and a few years later Eliseth took over as one of the generals of The Watch.
Eliwyn’s younger decades in Baldur’s Gate were happy ones. Her later years, however, were marred by her first experience with loss. Growing up among humans meant that, all too soon, her friends passed on.
It was during this time, perhaps the darkest in her life at that point, that she threw herself into her faith. She had been taught of both the elven and Faerûnian pantheons, but ultimately chose to become a follower of Lathander, like her father. After saying goodbye to the last of her first friends she decided to join Lathander’s clergy. She worked and worshipped as a Dawn Priest at The Rose Portal under the various Dawnmasters who served as rectors.
Not long after turning one hundred, Eliwyn’s parents determined she had been in Baldur’s Gate for too long. They were concerned about the impact that witnessing several generations of humans come and go was having on her. So, with the help of Dawnmaster Malcolm, Eliwyn sent a letter to The Spires of the Morning in Waterdeep stating her desire to become a Dawnbringer, a speciality priest of Lathander.
On the fourteenth of Tarsakh, 1485 DR she arrived on the bustling and somewhat disorienting streets of Waterdeep.
This is where her story truly begins and continues in my fic Threads of Fate!
Thank you @fireflyeyes for the tag! Her post is here and I actually can’t stop going back to look at it.
I’m on vacation so I can’t get on to do any VPs. Instead I’ll post some snips of Gale and Eliwyn’s meet-cute in my fic (read the full scene here) and one of my older VPs, as their meeting is based off the only Rom-Com/drama that I actually like:
P.S. I Love You.
Gentle boops for moots! @galacticsparkles @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @mysticxmoonlight @the-lunarvoid @elandra-beltharys @alliskit @wyfyoyo @optimisticgrey @itspastmidnight @thesanguinesonnet @unovafarm @emmyandthetieflings @hollowharpwrites and @kt-catt
Don’t mind me if you’ve done this already, but feel free to link your post in the comments so I can see!
The days are blurring together for me as we gear up for vacation. I posted a snippet yesterday but didn’t realize it was Wednesday, so I did not tag it for WIP Wednesday 😩 Anyway, it’s here if anyone wants to read!
But since I’ve now been tagged by my lovelies @bladesingerlily, @emmyandthetieflings , and @87000beesinapersonsuit I’ll post a fun Thwip!
I am one of the poor unfortunate souls relegated to console, yet I love playing around with photomode. I’m not always confident posting VPs because of my console limitations. But @galacticsparkles and @fireflyeyes have given me some words of encouragement—thank you both ❤️!
I took a couple the other night and there are things I love and things I want to redo.
What I love:
-the concept of Eliwyn in her apothecary. I adore Eliwyn always but especially when she’s working with her herbs ❤️
What I don’t love:
-her expression 😂 though @hollowharpwrites said she looks candid, which isn’t a bad thing apparently. Maybe I’ll keep this and do a second one with a different pose/expression.
-also the perspective looks so weird…like that candelabra looks HUGE!
What I love:
-I love the pose here and Kelwin’s look of absolute bliss.
“I once heard that the only true measure of intelligence is if you have exactly what you want in life. Well, I got my lord shining down on me and my girl at my side. So I must be a gods damned genius!” Kelwin exclaimed, much to Eliwyn’s chagrin.
-I also unironically love that Lathanderian clerics wear the most ostentatious and gaudy vestments. Like, you will see these goofs from 10 miles down the road and you know the reaction of the village is either:
🤗 oh great some Lathanderians here to spread their hope and optimism! 🤗
OR
🙄 oh great some Lathanderians here to spread their hope and optimism! 🙄
What I don’t love:
-the lighting. It’s always atrocious in PM for console and I have very little at my disposal to fix it.
-the background. It’s too busy. There’s enough going on with these nerds without all the background noise lol.
Anyway, I’ll see what I can cook up tomorrow before we leave for the beach, and maybe these will also be my first practice pics with Lightroom! Wish me luck!
Boops for @kt-catt, @thesanguinesonnet and @unovafarm because they might just love Eliwyn more than I do. And boops all around if anyone has anything to share!
Thank you @optimisticgrey for the tag! I haven’t done one of these yet! See optimistic’s post here.
(VP disclaimer: I’m playing on console)
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Name: Eliwyn Torleth
Alias: The Oversar’s Daughter, Springlady Eliwyn, Miss Eliwyn, Eli
Background: Acolyte
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pronouns: she/her
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Family: Her father is one of the oversars of The Watch in the Upper City, her mother is a midwife, and her older brother is also part of The Watch.
Birthplace: Baldur’s Gate
Job: nanny/governess for Wyll Ravengard (former), doula (former), dawn priest (former), springlady (current)
Phobias/Fears: Loss of her loved ones. She’s an elf which means most people she knows will die before her. She has always struggled with this reality, and leans heavily on her faith in Lathander to keep her from despairing. For in death there is life, as the scriptures say.
Hobbies: playing piano, reading, helping at The Starry Cradles Orphanage. Currently, hunting hags 😆
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Alignment: Somewhere between Lawful and Neutral Good. Eliwyn acts more on a hierarchy of loyalty. She will do whatever she can to help those around her based on who she is most loyal to. Lathander is always first. Her father is always second, followed by the rest of her family. After that are her friends, which changes as people come in and out of her life.
Flaws: Eliwyn is a master at emotional restraint, to a fault. She doesn’t let anyone in and bears her burdens on her own (even when they get too heavy). She’s passive and complacent. Even her loyalty gets her into trouble.
Virtues: She is good and compassionate and intelligent. She has an ability to find value and happiness in even the smallest of things. She’s also very stable and supportive.
Springlords/ladies are from 2e, and it seems with the change to 3e they sort of fell away as an actual playable class. I stumbled upon this bygone cleric of Lathander when I was first developing Eliwyn’s backstory and I immediately fell in love. I’ve included a picture of their entry for anyone who is interested.
I’ve had to do a bit of finagling to get the 2e mechanics converted to 5e. You’ll see in the picture that springladies do not have access to Combat spells (back in 2e spells for priests fell into different spheres, a sort of precursor to the 5e mechanic of domains from what I can tell). I reconciled this by devising the Vow of the Springlady. I think of it as the Forgotten Realms version of the Hippocratic Oath. Essentially, spring ladies cannot do harm to a living being unless their life is directly threatened.
For armor, the heaviest Eliwyn can wear is medium armor. Springladies also can only wear up to chain mail as their heaviest armor. In 2e, chain mail was considered medium armor. Finally, in terms of weapons, springladies can only wield a club or a stave or a sling. So I have Eliwyn wielding a staff most of the time.
Below is my homebrew lore for the springladies.
Cleric titles: Springlord/Springlady
Domain: Life
Vow: I vow to spread Lathander’s enduring peace through the gifts of spring’s renewal and to provide wholehearted and free service to the poorest of the poor. This I do with no ill-will in my heart nor violence in my touch towards any creature graced by dawn’s loving light save for those that do me harm.
Vestments: Springladies wear whatever clothing is the norm for the modern working class but dyed in green. Those springladies who are in training wear a partial veil of white. Once vows have been professed springladies adopt a longer style of veil.
Springlords wear clothing befitting the working class of the time period but dyed in a light brown. Springlords in training wear a white cincture. Once vows are professed they adopt a white fascia.
The head of the order wears vestments of pink.
Activities: Clerics of this order focus solely on the healing arts. They command powerful divine healing that they offer to those in need at a cost unless in dire circumstances. Those who cannot afford divine healing are given non-magical medical treatment, often for next to nothing or entirely for free.
The Order of Spring is the least structured of Lathander’s church. There is no hierarchy beyond the head of the order, but even that individual is expected to be heavily involved in the every day tasks of the order. Clerics do not receive new titles as they gain experience unless one of them is named the new head of order—a decision usually made by the current head based on a cleric’s merit rather than years of experience.
History: The Order of Spring was born from the relationship between Lathander and Chauntea. Following the Dawn Cataclysm, Lathander and Chauntea became lovers resulting in a much stronger union between their churches and mortal followers. As such, Lathanderians began working closely with and learning from Chaunteans.
The first reference of a springlord comes from a religious text housed within the Temple of Chauntea in Greenest. It states that a cleric of Lathander saw the way the clerics of the Earthmother harnessed the power of the goddess’s portfolio of life and growth to perform immense healing. After years of study and prayer and practice the cleric of Lathander was granted similar abilities under Lathander’s portfolio of spring. Thus began The Order of the Spring.
For centuries the order grew in strength. Clerics of this order were loved for their charity, tranquil natures, and tendency towards true humility. Branches of the order could at one time be found all across the realms, primarily in small towns and villages working alongside clerics of The Order of Dawn or interfaithfully. They naturally gravitated towards clerics of Chauntea and Ilmater, for obvious reasons.
However, over time the order lost popularity. Due to the nature of their vow, clerics in The Order of Spring did not tend to leave the relative safety of civilization. As interest in adventuring grew, membership in the order declined. Following the disappearance of Lathander in the mid-14th century, the heads of the Morninglord’s church shifted their focus almost entirely to The Order of Dawn. Clerics in this order typically take up the adventuring life making them better able to maintain and even increase worship of Lathander, thus hopefully enabling him to return from his mysterious absence. Additionally, adventuring clerics amass fortunes during their travels that inevitably end up back in the coffers of the church.
By 1487 DR, The Order of Spring has been reduced to only a handful of members serving in the last remaining House of Spring in all of Toril. It is located in Waterdeep as part of The Spires of the Morning.
Credit to @thesanguinesonnet! If you answer these be sure to tag her so she can see how far this trend goes! View her original post here.
1. What’s an idea, dynamic, or trope in your current work that feels naughty or self-indulgent? (Spicy answers 100% encouraged.)
Currently, I have Gale and Mystra engaged in the Forgotten Realms version of an office romance wherein Mystra is the CEO and Gale is the employee.
For Eliwyn, her current LI is going to be revealed to have something of a major breeding kink. But I don’t necessarily think that’s self-indulgent—he’s a Lathanderian, I think breeding kinks kind of come with the territory for these people.
2. Is your OC a virgin, a blushing maiden, or sexual fiend? Or aro/ace? Or something in between?
Eliwyn is no virgin! She does give off the impression of a blushing maiden, though. In 113 years she’s only been with 3 people (including her current LI).
3. What’s your OC’s “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” trigger?
For Gale, it’s when he’s giving lectures and presentations. Better yet, when he’s teaching her something/gabbing on about his current research.
For Kelwin (her current LI) it’s…ahem…whenever he’s giving his Dawn Service sermon. 🫣
4. What is your OC’s hard NO?
Non con, for sure. Butts are exit only. She gives oral but she will not receive (TBD on if Gale’s practiced tongue would change that).
5. What is the most debauched VP/artwork you have ever created?
Lol console is not the medium for debauched VPs. I learned that very quickly after taking this shot and promptly ceased any further attempts.
6. What is the wildest NSFW smut you have ever thought up? Did you write it?
Anyone who has talked to me about my writing knows my struggle with writing smut. I like to consume debauchery—I just can’t produce it. I think the closest thing I got was a spicy lanceboard scene between Gale and Eliwyn in which Eliwyn was nibbling on the rounded top of a pawn as she considered her next move and Gale had some thoughts.
I also had an unhinged convo with hollowharp about an AU in which Kelwin was an IRL priest conducting Confession and Eliwyn decides to get frisky in the confessional. 😬
7. Do you have any crazy projects for the future?
I would like to stretch my spice writing skills, and I would love to do that with my current work. So far, however, I’ve already axed one spice scene because I just wasn’t happy with it. So it’s not looking good.
I do have a second series planned (now officially titled Blood of Ambition!). Maybe by the time I get to writing that I’ll be able to write some spice.
I think most of my moots got tagged, but tagging those who I believe have not (if this is a repeat tag just carry on): @wyfyoyo @itspastmidnight @fireflyeyes @hollowharpwrites (and @kt-catt because I desperately want to see these answers for Wren and Alyss!)
One of the best and worst things about being on Tumblr on now is that I feel compelled to do more VPs. I see so many awesome shots of people’s characters and it has made me want to bring my little blorbo to life beyond just words.
Unfortunately, I am playing on console.
I was recently made aware of just how much of a disadvantage I am at. No Lighty Lights. No Photobooth. No BoneZone. I had someone tell me that trying to do VPs on console is like being relegated to the kiddie table and given only a small plastic fork with which to eat lobster.
So true.
And also…
OOF.
As someone with kids, I can visualize the end result of that feast and…it’s not pretty.
With all the “VP Progress” posts going around and after hearing so many folks bemoan the VPs from their “console days” I finally decided to make this side blog for my OC. The main purpose is so that I can post my shots with less fear of them being compared.
Because even though I am at a disadvantage I do still enjoy doing VPs. I like fiddling with the sliders and trying out what poses I have access to and discovering those rare spots in game where the lighting isn’t so horrendous. When I view my work in a vacuum I’m actually quite proud of some of my shots. I need a place to put all these nuggets so that they don’t eat up the storage on my phone. I just don’t necessarily want to blast them into the ether where so many better VPs exist. So, that place is here.
All of this is to say, please excuse my poor attempts 😅. I do my best with what I have. I figure those of you who have found your way here enjoy Eliwyn enough to look past my mediocre results. At least, that’s what I hope.
Anyway, thank you for listening to my tale of heartache and woe ❤️. Here is a dump of some pics I need to get off my phone.
I’m stealing this from @unovafarm as I was not tumbling when this went around! Here are the things I associate with Eliwyn.
Animal: hummingbird
A hummingbird symbolizes joy, resilience, and adaptability. Thanks to their hovering flight and energetic nature, they represent the sweetness of life. Many cultures also view them as spiritual messengers, signs of healing, or comforting reminders that a departed loved one is near.
Song: The Water is Wide, by The Gothard Sisters
I have a lot of songs I associate with Eliwyn, but as of today this one is the one I’m vibing with for her. For those who are up to date on my fic, this is the song Genli will go on to write about Eliwyn after their tough-love heart-to-heart in the Feywild
Month: Tarsakh (April)
Tarsakh is when three major events in Eliwyn’s life take place (to date in fic):
1. She experienced her Awakening and devoted herself to Lathander
2. She met Gale
3. She left Waterdeep
Number: 3
This will be revealed closer to the end of my fic!
Day or night: day
Day! No notes lol.
Plant: Lavender
Eliwyn is a very calm and comforting person. She also loves to use lavender in her herbal remedies and it’s one of her favorite scents/flavors.
Smell: Lemon Balm and Vervain
Aka Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day (which is my preferred hand soap/multi-surface cleaner. My house smells like Eliwyn, and yours can, too!)
Season: Spring and Autumn
Spring is obvious as she’s a springlady. But autumn I associate with her as it is a transition between life and death. Given that she is an elf living among humans she is often walking the line between her own long life and the shorter lives of those around her.
Food: Potato and Leek Tart
Eliwyn lives her life split between worlds (human and elf, Patriar and commoner). I like this dish for her because it is both rustic and delicate, a nice balance between two different flavors. It’s also from a blog that does fantasy recipes, and this one was listed under elven dishes. Recipe found here!
Astrological sign: Aquarius
Idk, I kind of associate all elves with Aquarius as they can come off aloof and emotionally unavailable 😂
Element: Water
Water is soothing and healing. Also, Eliwyn grew up near the water, along the Chionthar. She lived in Waterdeep. And, once we get to the end, she will spend quite a lot of time near another body of water 😉
Drink: Lavender Tea with Milk and Honey
This drink is, in my opinion, comfort and solace in a cup. So, it is Eliwyn in a cup! Recipe found here.
Eliwyn’s name comes primarily from my absolute favorite FMC who very much inspired the creation of Eliwyn’s character—one Elinor Dashwood, from Sense and Sensibility. The first part of Eliwyn’s name is a direct homage to Elinor.
As for the ending, I chose “-wyn” because, at the time of creating Eliwyn, I had not yet completely dived into the lore of Forgotten Realms. I knew only that FR elves had been very much inspired by Tolkien and that Tolkien based much of his elven dialects on the Finnish and Welsh languages. I didn’t find a Finnish name that fit, so I took “-wyn” from the Welsh naming convention. In Welsh, “Eli” means balm/salve/remedy (what a fitting and happy accident!) and “wyn” means white.
However, I recently discovered a table in a DND book to create an elven name. Imagine my most glad surprise to see that Eliwyn is in fact a conceivable elven name! In elvish her name would mean “blue” (Eli-) and “musician” (-wyn). Another very happy accident!
Her last name just came from Fantasy Name Generator 😂
Open tags for whoever wants to share some OC lore!
I’ve been going through some of my old writing in order to clean out my notes app on my phone. There are several drafts that will never make it to AO3, but I want to preserve them somehow. So, I think I’ll post them here! How self-indulgent is that, eh?
These snippets are from way back in the early stages of my writing journey. For those who don’t know, Eliwyn is not technically a Tav. When I bring my story current to the events of the game, Eliwyn’s POV will be of the upheaval and turmoil happening within Baldur’s Gate as our tadpoled heroes make their journey through the wilderness.
But that wasn’t always the plan…
I originally planned to indeed have Eliwyn as part of the crew, giving her and Gale a wonderfully angsty second-chance romance right in the middle of the pressure cooker situation that is the events of the game. Alas, that is now just a ghost plot (but I do still love it).
So, I present to you now what would have been Gale and Eliwyn’s reunion after 7 years of not seeing each other and after being miraculously scooped up into the same nautiloid.
This drow must be a sorcerer then, for he does not have the look of a scholar. “Oh, I apologize. I meant to ask: are you studied in magic. Namely: are you a wizard? Which you are not.”
The drow scowls at the condescending edge in Gale’s words. It was mostly unintentional, a product of his year of isolation. But he blazes forward nonetheless. His original quest that saw him leave the safety of his tower in the first place has not been abandoned. He will have to find solutions to both of these problems simultaneously. But there is no knot he cannot untangle.
Or in this case, knots.
“If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I'd like to seek advice on from a master.” As he speaks he catches an eye roll from the dark haired woman.
“You know, Eliwyn could probably use a hand with camp,” she says. “Why don’t you start repaying the favor of us saving you by helping her instead?”
The drow regards him closer now, obviously taking his measure. Gale keeps his expression neutral despite the rush he feels at the mention of Eliwyn’s name.
“That’s a bad idea. Just follow that stream.” He motions past the crashed ship. “You’ll come to a stone structure and camp is just through there. Let her know we’ll be back by sundown.”
“Magical,” says Gale with what he hopes is a winsome smile, and he sets off.
His feet carry him along the bank of the stream, his thoughts oscillating between all that’s happened and all that awaits him. Or rather who awaits him at this camp. Now that it’s so close he doesn’t know if he’s dreading this moment or longing for it.
The dilapidated stone building described by the drow comes into view. Gale climbs through what was once a window. There, on the other side of the stream, is a woman busying herself about the sparse camp that’s been set.
His heart pounds in his neck and with it, the orb pulses.
His steps are slow and quiet as he crosses the log fallen over the stream. He tracks her every move as she makes her way to the embankment of the river. The mere sight of her has him entranced, as if gripped by some spell.
She sheds her shoes and wades into the gently lapping water. Her hands wrap around the back of her neck and she raises her face to the cloudless sky.
The hymn she sings carries back to him on the warm breeze. It is not the traditional highsun hymn of The Spires. It’s a much less popular one written by Rhyester many centuries ago. He knows it to be her favorite of all the Lathanderian hymns. Her singing has improved, or maybe it’s simply that the absence of her voice these past years has made it all the sweeter now to his ears. He should make his presence known, but listening to her makes him want to tarry just a little longer.
Cupped, delicate hands splash water on her legs and arms and then her face. The glinting light draws his eyes to her legs, the bare skin glistening as water trickles down them. The tatty dress she wears leaves little to the imagination. The Eliwyn he remembers would never be caught alive in such scant clothing. She always dressed so modestly, save for within the privacy of his tower.
His gaze travels along her silhouette as it did so often whenever the thin linen sheets of his bed clung to the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the gentle slope of her calf…
His breath catches. Oh, but he does like it, this untamed look. He feels only the slightest twinge of embarrassment as he decides to take her in for as long as he can. A slight smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. Eliwyn in the wild.
What a thought.
What a sight.
The last notes of the hymn carry off across the water. She folds her arms about her body and sighs heavily as she wades back through the tall grass. Gale’s heart pounding anew as she reaches the bank and draws ever closer.
Her eyes meet his in a burst of bright green. All around him grows shapeless and dull. There is only her and him and the agonizing expanse of seconds as he waits for her to remember him.
She freezes for only a heartbeat before grabbing the hilt of the dagger tucked in her belt. “Who are you?” Her voice quavers.
A weight hits the bottom of his stomach. Of course she doesn’t recognize him. She may not have aged a day, but thanks to the toll of the orb and the loss of his goddess's favor, he has. He was clean shaven the last time she saw him, his hair cropped and lacking the silver that streaks through it now.
Words evade him. He imagined this moment over and over, but in his mind it was always against the backdrop of civilization—a tasteful Upper City tavern or a quiet bench in a park or along the harbor as dusk fell over the river. He never imagined their reunion here in the wilderness with the acrid smell of a crashed nautiloid wafting over them as an illithid parasite burrows into their brains.
The words he does parse together amidst the hammering of his heart and the rattling of the orb are not the eloquent ones he’s been practicing and perfecting since he embarked on his journey to find her. They are few and simple.
“Hello, Eliwyn.”
As soon as her name leaves his lips her eyes widen. Recognition dawns at last.
“Gale?” Her voice is barely a breath. Yet it resonates through him like the soft, distant peel of the bells of The Spires over the streets of the home they once shared.
Then, she is a blur of pale and gold dashing towards him. Only two points of bright, fierce green remain steady. She collides into him, almost knocking him back. Her arms wrap tight around his neck.
“Gale, oh gods, Gale,” she whispers next to his ear. “You’re here…”
The feel of her takes him by surprise. In his constant vigilance to keep the orb’s hunger sated and its power at bay he hadn’t realized how starved he had become over the last year or more.
Starved for touch. Starved for affection. Starved for the simple company of another mortal. His body has almost forgotten how to respond to a hug, something that was once so second nature. But she squeezes him tighter, her fingers grasping the nape of his neck, and he folds his arms around her.
For so long she was nothing more than a spring breeze drifting in and out of his memories. Now here she is, warm and solid and soft within his arms. Past the scent of the nearby wreckage and a morning of hard, hot work he can still smell her: lemon balm and vervaine and honey left in the sun to warm. He breathes her in and holds her tight, fearing that if they let go of each other now he will open his eyes to the lonely hopelessness of his tower.
Centuries pass as they cling to each other. When she pulls away the vast years fold into the smallest of moments. She puts her hands on either side of his face and searches his eyes.
“It’s really you?”
“Yes. I am no more a figment if your imagination than you are of mine.” He brings a finger to her cheek to stop a tear from going any further. “Are these tears on my behalf?”
“What tears?” Another renegade droplet slips from the corner of her eye. She gives a little laugh. “Oh, I suppose I’m just that glad to see you…I almost didn’t recognize you…”
She brushes back the hair from his temple as she had so many times during those days together in Waterdeep. Her hand trails down the side of his face, past his ear, to the thick of his beard. Her eyes flick to the faint, dark blue tracks leading from his eye. Concern crosses her face for the briefest moment before she smiles softly and looks into his eyes again.
“But it is you, and you’re here. How you’re here I don’t…I thought…oh, but it doesn’t matter.” She presses her forehead against his.
How would this even come about, I asked myself? Eliwyn is a devout cleric of Lathander. Lathander abhors the undead over all else. He once sent his avatar down to Toril to fight against the Cult of The Dragon and prevent their goals of bringing dracoliches to dominion. His clerics are exceptionally talented at the spell turn undead because of the hatred he feels for these abominations (his words, not mine).
So in what world would Eliwyn become the thing her beloved god hates most?!
(I actually am garbage at VP and unfortunately don’t have time to load up my game to attempt any, so here’s a Meiker of Vampire Eliwyn!)
I can see one of two things happening that would lead to this:
She was forced against her will
She took her devotion to such an extreme that she chose to become the very thing her god hates in order to infiltrate vampire nests, destroy them, and prove her now truly undying faith
Hm…I might need to try my hand at a horror AU for Miss Eliwyn!
This moodboard is based on a lovely comment from one of Eliwyn’s most stalwart friends:
In a universe of tiny little badasses that are beautiful, delicate and fragile trained assassins, Eliwyn is like "I'm just nice." 🙂 And somehow she's stronger than all of them.
So here’s Eliwyn’s moodboard celebrating gentle souls!
