The Wylde's Vengeance
Bow not your head in shame, and dry those tears. Look at me. Look at me!!! We are not animals like you and your zealots, the 'Children of the Ascended'. No. We shall grant you the mercy of a swift death. Take a deep breath father, for you will see Sir Kartheart more clearly this night. May he condemn your soul for eternity for the actions you have committed and endorsed. But before we do, I wish you to know something Father Torvac. Something almost amusing, even in these dark and foul times.....which is that you will be right. All your prophecies, all your doomsaying? All that trollop about the Arts of Arcanis breaking and destroying the world we know, about the end of eras, about a cataclysmic change? You will be right. So very right. We mages will break the world as you know it. We will destroy it, tear it down to its foundation stones. We will do this, because if the last century and a half are what you and your 'faithful' mean by the world we all know? That is not worth perserving.
A small part of a greater speech and quote, oft attributed to the Vengeance of Talia, but in truth by itself lacking context to the larger portion. Attributed correctly however to one Elysia Tel'ni'vairi
Summary
The myths and legends and slanders around Elysia were many. Void spawned, born of foul consort between elf and nightmare, elf and beast, beast and nightmare. Skin-changer, demon, and many even more heinous titles. However this was built off a reputation earned secondhand, earned in word of mouth, before she'd ever been seen on a battlefield. She was a leader without a face at first, a rallying cry, yet one unknown to the forces of the faithful. Until one fateful battle in 233 changed everything. We have a surviving record of this battle, and though it references the era as the Sundering (SuD) we know that by this time the years, the calendar was tracked about as accurately as we can hope. So indeed this story is but 2-3 elven generations old, a crazy thing to consider. But yet myths about her still persist and this one, the one where she would become seen as the Wylde's Vengeance, a manifestation of Talia's anger and disappointment, is one that she would never shake, even unto death. Even now, Elysia Tel'ni'vairi, for all her other accomplishments, amongst Talia's faithful she is recognized as the Saint of the Vengeful Wyldes.
After this battle, a battle who's location we are still not entirely certain of, though we know it had to be somewhere in the Depen, likely given the year, near what is today known as Kelethan. There were many clashes at that time between the proto-magisters and their supporters and the forces of the Ascended Crusaders. But from this battle, Elysia Tel'ni'vairi, whom would forever maintain she only did as her moral fibre demanded, would become something bigger than her mortal life. Both because of her involvement, her direct hand upon the foundings of the Magisterium but also for her spiritual association, intended or not, with her bloodline. Whether it was intended or not, those of Talia's faith claimed her, counted her among theirs and venerated her in such a fashion and with such faith and fervor that it is believed, given how invoking her in your prayers of power can manifest them so uniquely, almost as if magick of the Emerald, that she did in fact become a saint.
Her story is much longer than this lone myth, but the stories of the Wylde's Vengeance would permeate and spread, particularly among the Ascended Crusade forces on the continent of Durol. She would become a subject of fear, of terror, of distraction. A myth, a ghost amongst every shadowed bough of the thick forests of that continent, hiding perhaps over every hill, within every tangle of tight knit trees and amongst every canopy. For every time she would take the field, similar stories to the first quoted her would circulate. She seemed a force of nature, seeming beyond mortal. An object of the fury of Nature itself.
"They came from nowhere, men, women and beasts. We outnumbered them, we had formed up, and were sure we could hold the ambush off, win the engagement, despite the fact that many had magick. But then that.....witch! joined the fray. Naught but a staff and robes of leaves and bark, yet she rushed in screaming bloody murder, her face painted up in greens and golds, her eyes wildfire. I'll naught forget those piercing orange orbs and the vicious animalistic promise of violence within them! I watched her, this frail elven mage, a stick of a person, utterly dismantle six battle hardened dwarven knights.
With magick no less, their natural resistance to the stuff be damned!! Plants wove into their plate armor, thorns the size of your arm erupted from her hands at her whim, and as three of them attempted to close to melee, she dropped her staff and her body glowed the brightest emerald you could imagine. Suddenly she took form as a full blown wyvern, the claws and teeth making short work of them.
She isn't mortal I tell you, there is nothing about that creature that is mortal! She is a punishment from Talia for betrayal, for the violence and slaughter we have inflicted upon her, and for the heresy we are committing trying to lie about who she was. Well no more for me. I will admit it, and I will abandon this fool cause. Talia, the Lady of the Leaves was indeed a mage. She was, and to deny such a fact is paramount to true heresy, equal to turning your back on the Ascended!"
From the journals of Frada Blackmaul, a Tantur crusader, circa 233 SuD
After this battle, a battle who's location we are still not entirely certain of, though we know it had to be somewhere in the Depen, likely given the year, near what is today known as Kelethan. There were many clashes at that time between the proto-magisters and their supporters and the forces of the Ascended Crusaders. But from this battle, Elysia Tel'ni'vairi, whom would forever maintain she only did as her moral fibre demanded, would become something bigger than her mortal life. Both because of her involvement, her direct hand upon the foundings of the Magisterium but also for her spiritual association, intended or not, with her bloodline. Whether it was intended or not, those of Talia's faith claimed her, counted her among theirs and venerated her in such a fashion and with such faith and fervor that it is believed, given how invoking her in your prayers of power can manifest them so uniquely, almost as if magick of the Emerald, that she did in fact become a saint.
Her story is much longer than this lone myth, but the stories of the Wylde's Vengeance would permeate and spread, particularly among the Ascended Crusade forces on the continent of Durol. She would become a subject of fear, of terror, of distraction. A myth, a ghost amongst every shadowed bough of the thick forests of that continent, hiding perhaps over every hill, within every tangle of tight knit trees and amongst every canopy. For every time she would take the field, similar stories to the first quoted her would circulate. She seemed a force of nature, seeming beyond mortal. An object of the fury of Nature itself.
Historical Basis
This myth of course, and the way the story would change to suggest that she was born of the need in that first battle, coming to life at the anger of the wilderness and of Talia, the Lady of the Leaves, is simply ridiculous. We have historical records of her existence, and know what year she was born. We also know her bloodline is that of Talia. Of the Ascended of Magick and Nature. Because of this the story could hold some merit, though to say she was 'born of thorns and bark and the blood of innocents being spilled by heinous acts of those claiming faith' is a bit of a stretch to say the least. Yet inevitably that is the direction these stories went, seeing her as the wildfire eyed spirit of Talia's vengeance upon the field of war.
Spread
We know both during and after the Crusade it was spread, it is in fact, in one form or another, still part of the doctrine of Talia's faith to this day. To give credit to the followers of the Lady of the Leaves, they generally do not imply she did not exist before taking on the form of the Wylde's Vengeance, instead they attribute that to a small speck, a spark of Talia's own divine essence being woven into her soul in that moment, the goddess marking her, choosing her, to intervene in this time of great need, to avert catastrophe. They hold that had things continued down the path they were on before this change of momentum in the conflict, it would have led to another Sundering, so weak would the Aether have become from the wholesale slaughter of the only ones capable of balancing the taint of the Void, those with the ability to speak, hear and manipulate the tainted energies of corruption and filter, though with great risk to themselves, some of that corruption out and back into the Void, vanquishing it back to the side of the Dreamweave it belongs on. Such is the gift, curse, and responsibility of Arcane Magick.
Could that be true, perhaps but we shall never know. Even those whom have tried to commune with the heavens, to reach those of Talia's domain for answers, finds they refuse to share. They believe it better serves as a safeguard if mortals never know which is true. Was she divinely inspired? Or were her actions and heroics merely the power of a mortal, a mortal whom simply knew that the stakes were so high and knew if not her, then whom?
Could that be true, perhaps but we shall never know. Even those whom have tried to commune with the heavens, to reach those of Talia's domain for answers, finds they refuse to share. They believe it better serves as a safeguard if mortals never know which is true. Was she divinely inspired? Or were her actions and heroics merely the power of a mortal, a mortal whom simply knew that the stakes were so high and knew if not her, then whom?
In Literature
As noted there is a variation of great importance to the faith of the Lady of the Leaves. Beyond that however, tis an old folk tale of the Woad Elves, and is documented in some chronicles of old and ancient tales of Valerick, early foundling myths. But in the modern day, though her importance is immortalized in faith with the Church of Talia, and within the Magisterium, Elysia's story and life, and its details both true or myth are losing importance. She has become more important for what she symbolizes than who she was directly and what happened directly in her life.
In Art
She is oft depicted in art tied to the Church of Talia, however the depiction everyone knows is one tied to the Magisterium. Because though it is not necessarily how she always looked, it is how their ancient founding documents remember her looking. Thus, if that was the portrait she included and the descriptions included in those founding documents, then so far as they are concerned, it is in that visage she should be remembered.
Date of Setting
142-398 AoR in reality, though this story attributes her 'creation' and 'birth' at around 233 AoR. Historical records use SuD that simply is because the era then was Sundering. An era which ended in roughly 600.
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