Riend (prime) - Revision history

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Features

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	== The Price of Survival ==		== The Price of Survival ==
	[[File:Riend ~~watercolor~~ AI.png\|thumb\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel ~~Artwork~~ created by ~~uploader using~~ ~~MidJourney~~]]		[[File:Riend and hotu cropped.png\|thumb\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel created by player Xanthirra]]
	When Riend returned to Llythwere, she came not as the dutiful daughter destined for the tithe, but as something worn and withered by years of torment. She told her people what had happened beyond the forest, speaking of the possession, the slow breaking down of her body and mind, and the lingering presence of Madelyne’s spirit inside her. She asked for the sanctuary and healing her home had once freely offered. The council listened in silence, their faces a mask of judgment she could not read.		When Riend returned to Llythwere, she came not as the dutiful daughter destined for the tithe, but as something worn and withered by years of torment. She told her people what had happened beyond the forest, speaking of the possession, the slow breaking down of her body and mind, and the lingering presence of Madelyne’s spirit inside her. She asked for the sanctuary and healing her home had once freely offered. The council listened in silence, their faces a mask of judgment she could not read.

JHYNNIFER: /* Where the Lost Took Root */

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Where the Lost Took Root

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Vignettes

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	== Vignettes ==		== Vignettes ==
			''New -'' [[Hotu is All Thumbs]]

		⚫	''New -'' [[Riend (prime)/The River Between us\|The River Between us]]

	[[Riend (prime)/Vignette: Nothing Harmless\|Nothing Harmless]]		[[Riend (prime)/Vignette: Nothing Harmless\|Nothing Harmless]]

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	[[Riend (prime)/Vignettes: Different\|Different]]		[[Riend (prime)/Vignettes: Different\|Different]]

⚫	''New -'' [[Riend (prime)/The River Between us\|The River Between us]]

JHYNNIFER: /* The Weight of Another Soul */

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The Weight of Another Soul

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	\|instance=Prime <!--- REQUIRED: This will auto-categorize in the proper instance category--->		\|instance=Prime <!--- REQUIRED: This will auto-categorize in the proper instance category--->
	\|color=black\|background-color=~~pink~~\|border-color=~~pink~~}}		\|color=black\|background-color=\|border-color=}}


	==Riend Ar'Fiernel==		==Riend Ar'Fiernel==

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	''New -'' [[Riend (prime)/The River Between us]]		''New -'' [[Riend (prime)/The River Between us\|The River Between us]]

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Vignettes

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	[[Riend (prime)/Vignettes: Different\|Different]]		[[Riend (prime)/Vignettes: Different\|Different]]

			''New -'' [[Riend (prime)/The River Between us]]

JHYNNIFER: /* The Path Set Before Her */

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The Path Set Before Her

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	== The Path Set Before Her ==		== The Path Set Before Her ==
	[[File:Ariend3colors.jpg\|thumb\|Riend as rendered by [[User:MAZEIKISJ \|MAZEIKISJ]]]]		[[File:Ariend3colors.jpg\|thumb\|Riend as rendered by [[User:MAZEIKISJ \|MAZEIKISJ]]\|left]]
	When Riend was born, her mother’s heart filled with both joy and sorrow. By tradition, she should have been protected from the tithe, for Saoirce herself had already been given and returned. Yet Riend was the first female born in Llythwere in three generations, and the shortage of daughters left the council with no other choice. She was chosen for the fate her mother had endured, and with that knowledge, Saoirce vowed her daughter would know freedom, however brief, and taste a life she herself had been denied.		When Riend was born, her mother’s heart filled with both joy and sorrow. By tradition, she should have been protected from the tithe, for Saoirce herself had already been given and returned. Yet Riend was the first female born in Llythwere in three generations, and the shortage of daughters left the council with no other choice. She was chosen for the fate her mother had endured, and with that knowledge, Saoirce vowed her daughter would know freedom, however brief, and taste a life she herself had been denied.

JHYNNIFER: /* Where the Lost Took Root */

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Where the Lost Took Root

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	== Where the Lost Took Root ==		== Where the Lost Took Root ==
	The sylvans’ journey to the southeastern forests of Elanthia lasted nearly a decade. Harsh terrain, unrelenting weather, and sickness claimed many along the way, reducing a caravan of thousands to only a few hundred weary survivors. In the early spring of ~~2701~~, they reached the shadowed forests at the base of the Dragonspine and founded the settlement of Llythwere. Their first shelters were little more than makeshift huts of branches and hides, built from what they could scavenge. Supplies were always scarce, and each day was a struggle to find enough food, water, and firewood to survive.		The sylvans’ journey to the southeastern forests of Elanthia lasted nearly a decade. Harsh terrain, unrelenting weather, and sickness claimed many along the way, reducing a caravan of thousands to only a few hundred weary survivors. In the early spring of 2871, they reached the shadowed forests at the base of the Dragonspine and founded the settlement of Llythwere. Their first shelters were little more than makeshift huts of branches and hides, built from what they could scavenge. Supplies were always scarce, and each day was a struggle to find enough food, water, and firewood to survive.

	Their hope did not last. Foraging patrols sent to gather supplies never returned. Fear gripped the settlement, and whispers of abandoning Llythwere spread. It soon became clear they were being hunted. A ruthless band of rogue Faendryl struck again and again, taking lives in the dead of night. By the end of the raids, barely one hundred sylvans remained.		Their hope did not last. Foraging patrols sent to gather supplies never returned. Fear gripped the settlement, and whispers of abandoning Llythwere spread. It soon became clear they were being hunted. A ruthless band of rogue Faendryl struck again and again, taking lives in the dead of night. By the end of the raids, barely one hundred sylvans remained.

JHYNNIFER at 02:50, 9 November 2025

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	{{characterprofile		{{characterprofile
	\|name=Riend Ar'Fiernel		\|name=Riend Ar'Fiernel
	\|image=[[File:Riend_Ar%~~27Fiernel~~.png\|300px\|thumb\|center\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel<br>Artwork created by uploader using MidJourney]]		\|image=[[File:Riend_Ar%27Fiernal_SF.png\|300px\|thumb\|center\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel<br>Artwork created by uploader using MidJourney]]
	\|race=Sylvankind		\|race=Sylvankind
	\|class=[[Rogue]]		\|class=[[Rogue]]

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	\|race=Sylvankind		\|race=Sylvankind
	\|class=[[Rogue]]		\|class=[[Rogue]]
	\|profession= [[~~Master~~ Artisan]]		\|profession= [[Artisan]]
	\|affiliations=[[Landing Defense Irregulars]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[Rone Academy]], [[Moonshine Manor]],		\|affiliations=[[Landing Defense Irregulars]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[Rone Academy]], [[Moonshine Manor]],
	\|disposition=Excruciatingly polite		\|disposition=Excruciatingly polite
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	\|ptrait=		\|ptrait=
	\|strait=		\|strait=
	\|flaw=~~Hopeless idealist~~		\|flaw=Naivete
	\|strength=~~Gentle persistence~~		\|strength=Persistence
	\|weakness=Shyness		\|weakness=Shyness
	\|habits=		\|habits=
	\|hobbies= Reading, painting, poetry, crafting
	\|soft=		\|soft=
	\|dislikes= ~~Nonconsensual~~ touch~~, loud noises~~		\|dislikes= Non-consensual touch
	\|fears=Not being in control of herself.		\|fears=Not being in control of herself
	\|loyalties=		\|loyalties=
	\|friend= Seomanthe, Greganth, Karibeth, Kippe		\|friend= Seomanthe, Greganth, Karibeth, Kippe

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	== Where the Lost Took Root ==		== Where the Lost Took Root ==
	The sylvans’ journey to the southeastern forests of Elanthia lasted nearly a decade. Harsh terrain, unrelenting weather, and sickness claimed many along the way, reducing a caravan of thousands to only a few hundred weary survivors. In the early spring of 2871, they reached the shadowed forests at the base of the Dragonspine and founded the settlement of Llythwere. Their first shelters were little more than makeshift ~~huts~~ of branches and hides, built from what they could scavenge. Supplies were always scarce, and each day was a struggle to find enough food, water, and firewood to ~~survive~~.		The sylvans’ journey to the southeastern forests of Elanthia lasted nearly a decade. Harsh terrain, unrelenting weather, and sickness claimed many along the way, reducing a caravan of thousands to only a few hundred weary survivors. In the early spring of 2871, they reached the shadowed forests at the base of the Dragonspine and founded the settlement of Llythwere. Their first shelters were little more than makeshift hyrrads of branches and hides, built from what they could scavenge. Supplies were always scarce, and each day was a struggle to find enough food, water, and firewood to see the next.

	Their hope did not last. Foraging patrols sent to gather supplies never returned. Fear gripped the settlement, and whispers of abandoning Llythwere spread. It soon became clear they were being hunted. A ruthless band of rogue Faendryl struck again and again, taking lives in the dead of night. By the end of the raids, barely one hundred sylvans remained.		Their hope did not last. Foraging patrols sent to gather supplies never returned. Fear gripped the settlement, and whispers of abandoning Llythwere spread. It soon became clear they were being hunted. A ruthless band of rogue Faendryl struck again and again, taking lives in the dead of night. By the end of the raids, barely one hundred sylvans remained.
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	When Riend was born, her mother’s heart filled with both joy and sorrow. By tradition, she should have been protected from the tithe, for Saoirce herself had already been given and returned. Yet Riend was the first female born in Llythwere in three generations, and the shortage of daughters left the council with no other choice. She was chosen for the fate her mother had endured, and with that knowledge, Saoirce vowed her daughter would know freedom, however brief, and taste a life she herself had been denied.		When Riend was born, her mother’s heart filled with both joy and sorrow. By tradition, she should have been protected from the tithe, for Saoirce herself had already been given and returned. Yet Riend was the first female born in Llythwere in three generations, and the shortage of daughters left the council with no other choice. She was chosen for the fate her mother had endured, and with that knowledge, Saoirce vowed her daughter would know freedom, however brief, and taste a life she herself had been denied.

	Riend’s early years followed the path of any sylvan child in appearance alone. She learned to track with a light step, to string a bow with quiet precision, and to hear the language of wind through the leaves. Yet where others had laughter among the branches, Riend had silence. She was kept apart, her world narrowed to a quiet corner of the forest under the careful watch of appointed elders. Days passed with little more than measured lessons and long stretches of solitude. She did not grow up among the easy chatter of friends or the shared mischief of youth, and the rhythms of companionship were foreign to her. Words came rarely, and when they did, they were offered in hushed tones. She learned to speak softly, not from gentleness, but because there was no one to listen.		Riend’s early years followed the path of any sylvan child in appearance alone. She learned to track with a light step, to string a bow with quiet precision, and to hear the language of wind through the leaves. Yet where others had laughter among the branches, Riend had silence. She was kept apart, her world narrowed to a quiet corner of the forest under the careful watch of appointed elders. Days passed with little more than measured lessons and long stretches of solitude. She did not grow up among the easy chatter of friends or the shared mischief of youth, and the rhythms of companionship were foreign to her. Words came rarely, and when they did, they were offered in hushed tones. She learned to speak softly and rarely, not from gentleness, but because there was no one to listen.

	Saoirce saw how solitude and the shadow of the tithe pressed on her daughter. Wanting to give her more than a life spent waiting, she entrusted Riend with a task. She was to travel westward, carrying word of Llythwere and its open gates to any sylvan who wished to come make their home among its people. Outwardly, it was a mission of welcome and kinship, but in truth it was a chance for Riend to walk beyond the familiar boughs of her home before the tithe claimed her.		Saoirce saw how solitude and the shadow of the tithe pressed on her daughter. Wanting to give her more than a life spent waiting, she entrusted Riend with a task. She was to travel westward, carrying word of Llythwere and its open gates to any sylvan who wished to come make their home among its people. Outwardly, it was a mission of welcome and kinship, but in truth it was a chance for Riend to walk beyond the familiar boughs of her home before the tithe claimed her.
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	For a time, Riend believed Madelyne was truly gone. But the spirit was not destroyed. A fragment had splintered off and lodged within her, feeding on everything she tried to bury. It grew stronger with each unspoken fear and every moment she tried to forget. Madelyne waited, patient and watchful, ready to surface whenever Riend allowed herself to feel too deeply.		For a time, Riend believed Madelyne was truly gone. But the spirit was not destroyed. A fragment had splintered off and lodged within her, feeding on everything she tried to bury. It grew stronger with each unspoken fear and every moment she tried to forget. Madelyne waited, patient and watchful, ready to surface whenever Riend allowed herself to feel too deeply.

	In order to survive, to protect those she cared for and unable to know how dangerous Madelyne could still become, Riend learned to close herself off. She buried the joy alongside the pain, the longing alongside the fear. Every feeling became a weakness, a door that could be forced open. She locked them all, until nothing remained but a quiet shell of the ~~woman~~ she might have been. It was the only way she knew to keep the darkness inside her from breaking free.		In order to survive, to protect those she cared for and unable to know how dangerous Madelyne could still become, Riend learned to close herself off. She buried the joy alongside the pain, the longing alongside the fear. Every feeling became a weakness, a door that could be forced open. She locked them all, until nothing remained but a quiet shell of the sylvan she might have been. It was the only way she knew to keep the darkness inside her from breaking free.

	== The Price of Survival ==		== The Price of Survival ==
	[[File:Riend watercolor AI.png\|thumb\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel Artwork created by uploader using MidJourney]]		[[File:Riend watercolor AI.png\|thumb\|Portrait of Riend Ar'Fiernel Artwork created by uploader using MidJourney]]
	When Riend returned to Llythwere, she came not as the dutiful daughter destined for the tithe, but as something worn and withered by years of torment. She told her people what had happened beyond the forest, speaking of the possession, the slow breaking down of her body and mind, and the lingering presence of Madelyne’s spirit ~~that had never truly left~~ her. She asked for the sanctuary and healing her home had once freely offered. The council listened in silence, their faces a mask of judgment she could not read.		When Riend returned to Llythwere, she came not as the dutiful daughter destined for the tithe, but as something worn and withered by years of torment. She told her people what had happened beyond the forest, speaking of the possession, the slow breaking down of her body and mind, and the lingering presence of Madelyne’s spirit inside her. She asked for the sanctuary and healing her home had once freely offered. The council listened in silence, their faces a mask of judgment she could not read.

	Saoirce was gone by then, her voice absent from the chamber where her daughter’s fate was decided. No advocate rose to speak for her, no elder who had watched her grow up an awkward, isolated thing took pity on her. When the council delivered their verdict, it was without hesitation. She was unclean. Unfit. Unworthy of the tithe. What had been done to her, though no fault of her own, had tainted her in their eyes. Worse still, her ruin placed all of Llythwere at risk. Without her, there was no other daughter to tithe when the time came, and the breaking of the accord could mean the end of their fragile peace.		Saoirce was gone by then, her voice absent from the chamber where her daughter’s fate was decided. No advocate rose to speak for her, no elder who had watched her grow up an awkward, isolated thing took pity on her. When the council delivered their verdict, it was without hesitation. She was unclean. Unfit. Unworthy of the tithe. What had been done to her, though no fault of her own, had tainted her in their eyes. Worse still, her ruin placed all of Llythwere at risk. Without her, there was no other daughter of age to tithe when the time came, and the breaking of the accord could mean the end of their fragile peace.

	The verdict was final. She was cast out, told she could not remain among them. The paths she had once walked as a child were closed to her, the voices she had once longed to hear fell silent. There was no farewell, no parting gift, only the forest itself standing between her and the life she had tried to return to. She left as she had once entered the wider world, alone, carrying only what she could bear, the weight of her people’s rejection pressing heavier than the years of pain that had brought her there.		The verdict was final. She was cast out, told she could not remain among them. The paths she had once walked as a child were closed to her, the voices she had once longed to hear fell silent. There was no farewell, no parting gift, only the forest itself standing between her and the life she had tried to return to. She left as she had once entered the wider world, alone, carrying only what she could bear, the weight of her people’s rejection pressing heavier than the years of pain that had brought her there.