Fae Sorceress
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Zyla is a Fae Sorceress.
"Pursue me all you want; we’ll meet when and where I decide – and there you will die."
Although there are countless stories and legends that attempt to explain the “fair folk,” if anyone knows the true origins of the Fae, they are unwilling—or unable—to say so. From a distance, one might mistakenly believe that their form and proportions make them similar to the Humanoid races in Mennara. This is purely a trick, however, of a mind unable to process what, exactly, it is seeing.
The Fae of the Aenlong are utterly terrifying. Their appearance varies wildly, but tales are told of distorted nostrils that lead to wide maws filled with razor-sharp teeth. Their horns and antlers are said to jut at unpredictable angles from their skull in ways none of the many monsters that wander the countryside can match. Most disturbing are the sightless visages some are claimed to posses; how they see without eyes is a mystery.
But the thing that makes the Fae truly unique, and completely terrifying, is the chaotic magical energy that burns inside them. Although there is no shortage of reasons to stay away from the Fae whenever possible, it’s ultimately their unpredictable, chaotic power that sends shivers up a being’s spine and warns the primitive, instinctive part of their brain to run whenever they are near.
Few of the fae from the Aenlong are seen and fewer are known; their race is caught up in the concerns of their chaotic realm. Even among her own people, Zyla is an oddity. She flits capriciously into the realm of Terrinoth, appearing in unlikely and impossible places to strike down her foes with bloody and malicious glee. Though her purpose is her own, she makes a cheerful and deadly companion and she’s eager to pit her strength against a demon lord.
No mortal can be expected to understand the fae, and so none can really claim to understand Zyla. She has flitted through the mortal realm for centuries, appearing when and where it pleases her, usually to visit ruination upon some villain or another. Her cheerful good humor does little to mask a lethal disregard for human life, especially the lives of the wicked. Yet things are changing in Terrinoth, and Zyla has foreseen the end of an age in fire and blood. She accepts this with her same uncaring smile and she hones her eldritch blade to prepare for her next opponent.