Mórdamhain (MOR-dah-vin)
Tunda
The Mórdamhain are the forest’s whispered breath, the living essence of temptation laced with nature’s serenity. They move like moonlight through dense foliage, each step stirring a hush among the leaves. Their presence is always felt before it is seen—a sudden warmth in the air, a melody that hums just beneath hearing, a pulse that syncs with the rhythm of the wild. Among the ancient trees and curling mists, they are guardians of both seduction and sanctuary.
To encounter a Mórdamhain is to meet the forest's desire personified. Their voices are low and sweet, their laughter delicate as the flick of a firefly, and yet they bear a charisma potent enough to silence even the loudest doubts. In every tale spun about them, there is an undeniable pull: to follow, to listen, to stay. They neither demand nor command—they simply *are*, and that alone is irresistible.
Unlike the dangerous lures found in darker legends, the Mórdamhain do not entrap their companions. Rather, they awaken what lies dormant in the heart: curiosity, longing, joy. Their companionship is often fleeting, but it lingers in memory like the taste of rain on stone or the scent of jasmine on skin. They are not seducers so much as they are invitations to a deeper connection with self and place.
Their homes are not built but grown, woven into the gnarled roots of ageless groves. There, they dance in circles beneath moonlit canopies, not in worship but in play, celebrating the eternal flirtation between spirit and soil. These sacred gatherings are closed to most, though it is said that those who earn their trust may be granted one night among them, where dreams take on form and form becomes dream.
The Mórdamhain are not merely forest folk, but spirits of transformation. In them, one finds the edge between wild and tame, known and unknown. They reflect the observer’s heart, revealing hidden truths through mirrored intimacy. For those lost or wandering, a Mórdamhain may appear as guide, muse, or mirror—always offering, never binding.
Despite their mystique, they are not illusions. They are real and rooted as any tree or star. Yet their reality dances just out of reach, like light on rippling water, forever defying capture but never losing substance. To speak of the Mórdamhain is to speak of beauty in motion, of emotion given form, of desire as nature intended: honest, fleeting, sacred.
Aetherkin
Basic Information
Biological Traits
As Etherborn, Mórdamhain are ageless and unburdened by decay, though they mirror the seasons in appearance and vitality. They may commune with flora, encourage blooming with a whisper, or summon gentle vines with a gesture. When deeply at rest, they may enter a state of dormancy, entwining with tree roots and absorbing dreams from the soil. Their presence encourages growth and vitality in nearby living things.
Behaviour
Mórdamhain thrive on connection, though never cling. They are drawn to joy, beauty, and curiosity, often appearing to travelers on the cusp of discovery. Their default manner is playful and enigmatic, laced with sincerity. They teach through teasing, heal through closeness, and rarely answer questions directly. They value emotion over logic and often resolve conflicts with gestures, art, or song instead of words or force.
Additional Information
Perception and Sensory Capabilities
Their senses are intricately tuned to the rhythms of the forest. They can detect changes in wind pressure, scent the arrival of strangers on the breeze, and hear the sigh of a bent reed. Emotionally, they are empathic to a profound degree, capable of sensing even repressed feelings. Their night vision is excellent, and they perceive auras in shades of color unknown to most species.
Civilization and Culture
Common Myths and Legends
In the mortal realm, the Mórdamhain are remembered as the Tunda of Colombian myth—forest spirits who lured wanderers with song and mirage. Yet unlike the fearsome legends, the truth is gentler: they do not trap but tempt; not punish, but reflect. Many mortal tales speak of a hauntingly beautiful figure who changed a traveler’s life with one night of shared silence. In every version, the Mórdamhain is a mystery walked away from, but never forgotten.
Mórdamhain
| APPEARANCE/PHENOTYPE |
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| Mórdamhain are humanoid in appearance but with elongated limbs adapted for climbing and fluid movement. Their hair resembles foliage—leaflike, vine-thick, or petal-soft—and grows quickly. Beneath the skin flows a luminous, slow-moving fluid rather than blood, supported by lightweight bones comparable to strong heartwood. Their builds are lithe and willowy, optimized for agility and grace. Musculature adapts to task, capable of both strength and delicate control. They carry an impression of constant motion, even in stillness, shaped by flexibility and balance. Facial features are strikingly naturalistic, with high cheekbones, expressive brows, and eyes in deep forest tones of green, amber, or brown flecked with gold. Skin carries earthy hues from bark-brown to moss green, often patterned with shifting leaflike or woodgrain motifs that change with season and mood. |
height |
length |
weight |
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1.65–1.96 m |
N/A |
59–91 kg |
Genetic Ancestor(s)
Scientific Name
Neacha; Nádúrtha; Andinus mórdamhain
Geographic Distribution
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