Session 3 - Day 8 and 9 - The Hollow Spire Ruins
I arrived at dusk.
The Hollow Spire loomed like a broken tooth against the sky, jagged and defiant. I should have felt fear. Instead, I heard the astrolabe hum, buried under the rubble—soft, steady, like a heartbeat not my own. Its glow kept the shadows at bay through the night, casting a pale dome of protection around my camp. I slept beneath its light, dreamless but not untouched. Something watched. Something waited.
By morning, I stepped into the first chamber.
It was... not what I expected.
A plant—tentacled, bioluminescent, and deeply committed to its role as the worst comedian in the realm—anchored to the ceiling began its performance. “What did the lich say to the necromancer? You raise me up!” It cackled. I winced. The jokes were so bad they scraped at my spirit, each pun a psychic abrasion. I felt my resolve thinning, my will fraying. It wasn’t trying to kill me. It was trying to demoralize me into oblivion.
Running as quickly as I could from this unfunny botanical nightmare, I heard it say with a groan, “Tough crowd,” as it slinked back into the ceiling.
The second room was worse.
Glyphs covered every surface—walls, floor, even the air felt etched. They pulsed with malevolence, not just old magic but active hatred. He stood at the center, cloaked in shadow and fury. His voice was like rust scraping stone.
“I am Erderr Dolbyne,” he said, stepping forward. “My master told me to wait here for you. You will submit, or I will end you.”
I didn’t flinch.
“I don’t know you,” I replied, rapier in hand, relaxed. “I don’t know who holds your leash, but you’re a fool to think I’ll allow anyone—or anything—to put a leash on me.”
He laughed—a dry, hollow sound that made the glyphs flicker. “Then you will die defiant.”
He attacked.
The fight was long. Grueling. My blade sang, my limbs burned, and the Turtle Shell spell that I’d invoked turned each blow he struck. He was stronger than he should have been—fed by the glyphs, by something deeper. I faltered.
Then came the wind.
Almathea.
She arrived like a storm wrapped in sunlight—hair streaming, eyes alight with purpose. Her presence shifted the room. The glyphs recoiled. Erderr hesitated. And in that moment, we struck together. He fled, wounded and snarling, vanishing into the ruin’s depths.
After the silence returned, Almathea knelt beside the glyphs. “This evil can’t be destroyed by force alone,” she said. “Only the good from a being of this world can unmake it.”
I didn’t ask what she meant. I already knew.
The words came to me—not from memory, but from truth. I spoke them aloud, voice steady, heart bare. The glyphs screamed, then shattered. The room exhaled.
It is gone now.
But the Spire remembers.
-E
Elysiaera's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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Session 1 - Day 1 - Twilight, The Mistfen Trail, south of Larkfen Hollow
24 Aug 2025 04:02:13
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Session 1 - Day 1 - Nightfall, Just outside the Tomb of Thaleen Vire
24 Aug 2025 04:05:29
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Session 1 - Day 2 - Morning, Misty, Tomb Threshold
24 Aug 2025 04:07:03
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Session 1 - Day 2 - Morning, Inside the Tomb, First Chamber
24 Aug 2025 04:08:28
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Session 1 - Day 2 - Midmorning, Edge of the Tomb
24 Aug 2025 04:14:23
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Session 1 - Day 2 - Evening, The Second Chamber
24 Aug 2025 04:16:41
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Session 1 - Day 3 - Morning, Third Chamber
24 Aug 2025 04:20:13
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Session 2 - Day 3 - Afternoon, Raining, On the road back to Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 01:39:59
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Session 2 - Day 3 - Morning, Rainy, The Burial Chamber
26 Aug 2025 09:50:02
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Session 3 - Day 4 - Midnight, Overcast, On the road to Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 09:57:27
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Session 3 -Day 4 – Midnight, Overcast, On the road to Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 10:02:05
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Session 3 - Day 4 - Midnight, Overcast, On the road to Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 10:03:02
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Session 3 - Day 4 - Evening, Overcast, Home
26 Aug 2025 10:04:02
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Session 3 - Day 5 - Sunny, Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 10:05:25
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Session 3 - Day 6 and 7 - Sunny, Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 10:07:17
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Session 3 - Day 7 - Late Evening, Overcast, Larkfen Hollow
26 Aug 2025 10:07:54
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Session 3 - Day 8 and 9 - The Hollow Spire Ruins
27 Aug 2025 11:46:12
24 Aug 2025 04:02:13
24 Aug 2025 04:05:29
24 Aug 2025 04:07:03
24 Aug 2025 04:08:28
24 Aug 2025 04:14:23
24 Aug 2025 04:16:41
24 Aug 2025 04:20:13
26 Aug 2025 01:39:59
26 Aug 2025 09:50:02
26 Aug 2025 09:57:27
26 Aug 2025 10:02:05
26 Aug 2025 10:03:02
26 Aug 2025 10:04:02
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26 Aug 2025 10:07:17
26 Aug 2025 10:07:54
27 Aug 2025 11:46:12
The major events and journals in Elysiaera's history, from the beginning to today.
Session 3 - Day 8 and 9 - The Hollow Spire Ruins
I arrived at dusk. The Hollow Spire loomed like a broken tooth against the sky, jagged and defiant. I should have felt fear. Instead, I heard the astrolabe hum, buried under the rubble—soft, steady, like a heartbeat not my own. Its glow kept the shad...
11:47 pm - 27.08.2025Session 3 - Day 7 - Late Evening, Overcast, Larkfen Hollow
My pack is ready. Serel gave me a charm—silver and ashwood, shaped like a fox. Lyssa tucked dried fruit into my satchel and pretended not to cry. I cast Glimmer Hop one last time before bed. It curled up beside me, flickering softly until I fell asle...
10:08 pm - 26.08.2025Session 3 - Day 6 and 7 - Sunny, Larkfen Hollow
I’ve spent the last few days with Elder Maelin. He’s patient, but firm. Healing magic is less about force and more about listening—to the body, to the wound, to the memory beneath it. He taught me a healing spell—Glimmer Hop. It takes the shape...
10:07 pm - 26.08.2025Session 3 - Day 5 - Sunny, Larkfen Hollow
I found Lyssa and Serel fighting, covered in mud and shame. Lyssa made jokes at his expense and while he is usually unphased by her jibes, something she said wounded him deeply. I would’ve thought these two would grow up, but they seem too interested in...
10:07 pm - 26.08.2025Session 3 - Day 4 - Evening, Overcast, Home
I’m home. Mom made stew—turnip, leek, and wild fennel. I ate three bowls and still wanted more. Dad's workshop smells like pine tar and copper filings. The house is warm, familiar. But already the road calls. I slept in my old cot beneath the lo...
10:04 pm - 26.08.2025Session 3 - Day 4 - Midnight, Overcast, On the road to Larkfen Hollow
The fire was low, and the stars were thick above me. I remember the hush of the woods, the way the wind curled around my tent like a lullaby. I must have drifted off quickly, because the dream came sharp and sudden. She stood beside the fire—a woman ...
10:03 pm - 26.08.2025Session 2 - Day 3 - Afternoon, Raining, On the road back to Larkfen Hollow
I’m writing this with sore limbs and a heart that feels both heavy and light. Lady Vire is gone. Truly gone. I watched her spirit fade into pale green light, her voice softening into silence. I don’t know if I freed her or simply stood beside her long...
09:52 pm - 26.08.2025Session 2 - Day 3 - Morning, Rainy, The Burial Chamber
I met a ghost tonight. She called herself Lady Thaline Ver, and she glowed with a pale green light—soft, but unmistakably ethereal. Her voice echoed from the far side of the chamber, asking, “Who are you?” I answered, timid but steady. And she ap...
09:50 pm - 26.08.2025Session 1 - Day 3 - Morning, Third Chamber
It was raining when I woke. Soft, steady—like the forest was whispering. I packed quickly. The tomb was waiting. I passed the statue again, its gaze unchanged. I turned left this time, into the darker corridor. Thirty feet down, the wall opened i...
04:21 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 2 - Evening, The Second Chamber
The second chamber was worse. Not colder, not darker—but heavier. The air felt thick with memory. A chandelier hung above, its crystals dulled by time. A canopy bed stood rotting in the center, its silks shredded like forgotten dreams. No one living ...
04:19 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 2- Midmorning, Edge of the Tomb
I’m hurt. Not just bruised or winded—truly hurt. The kind that makes your limbs feel heavy and your breath come shallow. The kind that makes you wonder if you were ever strong to begin with. I tried to rest in the chamber, but there’s nothing th...
04:15 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 2 - Morning, Inside the Tomb, First Chamber
The air is thick with dust and silence. No torches. No braziers. Just stone and shadow. My Emberlash flickers against the walls, casting long, uncertain shapes. The ceiling is low—barely seven feet. I feel like I’m walking into a memory that doesn’t...
04:13 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 2 - Morning, Misty, Tomb Threshold
The dawn was soft today—mist curling through the trees like breath, the sky pale and patient. I woke with the scent of moss in my nose and a chill on my cheeks. Breakfast was simple: an apple, a wedge of cheddar, and silence. I think I needed the quiet....
04:10 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 1 - Nightfall, Just outside the Tomb of Thaleen Vire
I should have known the quiet wouldn’t last. They came just after the fire began to fade—two wolves, lean and hungry, drawn by the scent of warmth and solitude. I saw their eyes first, glinting in the dark like twin moons. No negotiation. No hesita...
04:06 pm - 24.08.2025Session 1 - Day 1 - Twilight, The Mistfen Trail, south of Larkfen Hollow
I left Larkfen Hollow before the sun had even touched the treetops. The air was still damp with night, and the road south felt like a thread unraveling beneath my boots. I didn’t look back. Not because I wasn’t afraid—but because I knew if I did, I ...
04:05 pm - 24.08.2025The list of amazing people following the adventures of Elysiaera.



Social
Current Residence
On the wide open road or at the side of a smoky campfire.
Contacts & Relations
In Larkfen Hollow, Serel Haywood, the blacksmith’s apprentice, showed her how to move gracefully around the hot tools of the forge, teaching her to move quickly and gracefully. He gets upset when Elysiaera, giggling, hides his tools surreptitiously. Lyssa Aldercrest, the miller’s daughter, is her steadfast and eager partner in pranks and other harmless mayhem, the one person who knows exactly where to find her when she vanishes in a swirl of laughter. Together, the three friends have mapped every hidden nook and shared every secret rite under the moonlight.
Family Ties
Her parents, Halbryn and Maerwyn Calistrae, are farmers who taught Elysiaera the value of hard work, generosity, and the magic that blooms in lived experience. They watched with pride as she used her athletic build and quick reflexes to shoulder baskets of grain, tend livestock, and then slip unseen past their watchful eyes for a harmless prank in the market square. Though she loves them deeply, she recognizes that her path now leads far from the familiar rhythms of sowing and harvest.
Social Aptitude
Elysiaera is clever and good at improvisation. She may come across as a rube to those that wrongly think themselves her better, but she's more that what she appears.
Mannerisms
Elysiaera is a prankster. Delighting in innocent and harmless tomfoolery.