Sythril (prime) - Revision history

DOVERM1: added the log of Sythril and oliviannes erm...successful marriage

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added the log of Sythril and oliviannes erm...successful marriage

DOVERM1 at 05:43, 12 October 2025

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	<!-- With both hands raised in the air, an attendant enters and announces, "If everyone could please settle down, the ceremony is about to begin." Lythena follow behind and pause just outside the ceremony area, her head lowered while visibly deep in thought as the attendant quietly retreats.

	Lythena's steps seem to fall silently as she enters and reaches for Olivianne's hand, followed by Sythril’s. With a soft, yet firm grip, she guides Sythril and Olivianne to the front of the crowd, marked most notably by its serene silence. "Friends, family, and loved ones, we gather under Gosaena's impartial gaze to witness the coming together of Sythril and Olivianne," says Lythena.

	Lythena's face remains solemn even as her eyes soften just slightly, "To spend those moments granted to us before passing the Ebon Gate in love is one of the most serious affirmations of life. This bond is not to be taken lightly, as it is a vow to each other, and to Gosaena, to see through all times, bad and good."

	Sythril smiles at Olivianne.

	Olivianne gazes lovingly at Sythril.

	Turning her own impartial gaze on Sythril, Lythena asks, "Will you walk beside Olivianne faithfully, until one of you crosses beyond the Ebon Gate and into the waiting presence of Gosaena? Answer true, for She already knows."

	Dhevlyn says, "Say you will."

	Drizdark chuckles.

	Saesyra nods in agreement at Dhevlyn.

	Nightpixie laughs at herself!

	Lydanis says, "I think 'I will' is what she's waiting for."

	Sythril exclaims, "Of course i will!"

	Sythril rolls his eyes.

	Olivianne nervously giggles.

	Saesyra playfully murmurs, "He's worst to me to say so Common."

	Saesyra winks at Sythril.

	Drizdark ponders.

	Nightpixie begins chuckling at Saesyra!

	Sythril turns to face Olivianne

	Sythril lovingly recites, "I stand before you not as the man I once was, but as the man you've helped me become. You softened the edges I thought would never bend, and you showed me that trust, devotion, and love can be more powerful than any blade."

	Sythril gently recites, "I vow to be your strength when you doubt yourself, and your calm when shadows weigh heavy. I will hold you when the world feels too sharp, and remind you of the beauty and fire within you when you cannot see it yourself."

	Sythril continues, "To walk beside you through every storm to guard not only your life but your spirit and to honor the love we have built with patience, loyalty, and unshakable faith."

	Sythril adoringly recites, "And most of all, I vow that no matter what comes, my heart is yours, fierce, steadfast, and utterly devoted for all eternity."

	Tears well up in Olivianne's eyes, her emotional expression visible through her lowered veil.

	Lydanis says, "If it's not apparent after all that...."

	Lydanis chuckles.

	Drizdark giggles.

	Olivianne blushes a red hue to the tops of her ears.

	Dark clouds roll away, parting to emit a few rays of sunshine illuminating the wedding couple.

	Arelder takes a moment to observe Sythril.

	Lythena acknowledges Sythrils response.

	Turning her impartial gaze to focus on Olivianne, Lythena repeats the question, "Will you walk beside Sythril faithfully, until one of you crosses beyond the Ebon Gate and into the waiting presence of Gosaena? Answer true, for She already knows."

	Speaking hesitantly to Sythril, Olivianne says, "I used to think I'd die in an alleyway with no one to remember my name. Every coin I scraped for, every lie I told, was just to make it one more day. Then you came along... stubborn, reckless, with that half-cocked grin."

	Dhevlyn grins.

	Olivianne smiles quietly to herself.

	Drizdark grins.

	Saesyra gazes with interest at Olivianne.

	Olivianne gently continues, "And for the first time, I stopped running."

	Speaking softly to Sythri, Olivianne explains, "You didn't try to save me or change me. You stood beside me. You saw every scar, every sharp edge, and still reached for my hand."

	Lydanis smiles.

	Olivianne clearly promises, "So I vow this: to keep choosing you, Sythril Ravenwynd, even when the road turns dark. To have your back in every fight, every shadow, every breath. You are my safest place, my truest partner, and the family I never had. I love you, to the Gates and beyond."

	Lythena acknowledges Olivianne's response.

	Chirping birds perch on a nearby railing, adding their song to the ceremony.

	The serious expression on the sylvan's face breaks suddenly as she smiles, a full warm smile that does not seem uncomfortable on her otherwise grave face. Gently Lythena joins Sythril’s hands with Olivianne's, curling their fingers together before stepping back.

	Sythril gazes lovingly at Olivianne.

	Arelder takes a moment to observe Olivianne.

	Olivianne inclines her head toward Sythril, inviting him to lift her chiffon veil. Sythril carefully draws back the veil, exposing her face for all to see.

	Sythril gives Olivianne a lingering kiss on the lips.

	Clasping her hands together, Lythena tilts her head upwards, eyes directed towards the sky as she begins a reverent prayer. "Gosaena, before me stand Sythril and Olivianne, beseeching your blessing upon their union. A union meant to last them until that time you call them past the Ebon Gate."

	Sythril smiles.

	As the last of her words echoes through the air, Lythena bows her head and silence again descends upon the group. A single white feather, caught upon the wind, dances delicately through the area, circling briefly around Sythril and Olivianne, before disappearing into the distance.

	Saesyra nods encouragingly.

	Olivianne smiles quietly to herself.

	Mysterious bells begin to ring, their joyful chimes sounding from all around.

	Sythril gazes lovingly at Olivianne.

	As the feather recedes from sight, Lythena lifts her head, her voice a near whisper, though easily heard through the silence, "And so it is done." Turning on her heels, she glides silently out.

	A jubilant chorus of bells rings mellifluously throughout the area.

	Dhevlyn raises his gilt-hued champagne in a toast!

	Nightpixie raises her gilt-hued champagne in a toast!

	Arelder nods almost imperceptibly.

	Arelder smiles.

	Nightpixie throws her head back and howls!

	Darrgo lets out a cheer!

	Nightpixie places a hand over her heart.

	Saesyra lets out a cheer!

	Darrgo deeply exclaims, "Congratulations!" -->

DOVERM1 at 05:37, 12 October 2025

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 Lythena's steps seem to fall silently as she enters and reaches for Olivianne's hand, followed by Sythril’s.  With a soft, yet firm grip, she guides Sythril and Olivianne to the front of the crowd, marked most notably by its serene silence.  "Friends, family, and loved ones, we gather under Gosaena's impartial gaze to witness the coming together of Sythril and Olivianne," says Lythena.
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 Saesyra lets out a cheer!
-Darrgo deeply exclaims, "Congratulations!"
+Darrgo deeply exclaims, "Congratulations!" -->

DOVERM1 at 05:35, 12 October 2025

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DOVERM1 at 00:57, 12 October 2025

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	\|loyalties=Friends, loved one		\|loyalties=Friends, loved one
	\|friend=Olivianne, Arbeia, Arelder, Sireo, Saesyra, Hollybear, Anferis, Polveiss		\|friend=Olivianne, Arbeia, Arelder, Sireo, Saesyra, Hollybear, Anferis, Polveiss
⚫	\|~~loved~~=[[Olivianne_(prime)\|Olivianne]]
	\|instance=Prime		\|instance=Prime
		⚫	\|spouse=[[Olivianne_(prime)\|Olivianne]]}}
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	<small>He has a filigreed ivory shard in his right eyebrow, and a sovyn clove tattoo on his neck.</small>		<small>He has a filigreed ivory shard in his right eyebrow, and a sovyn clove tattoo on his neck.</small>

		⚫	<small>He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-le</small><small>ngth inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>
	<small>He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-le</small>

⚫	<small>ngth inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>

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MOIRWINVAIL1 at 05:18, 27 August 2025

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	<small>He has a filigreed ivory shard in his right eyebrow, and a sovyn clove tattoo on his neck.</small>		<small>He has a filigreed ivory shard in his right eyebrow, and a sovyn clove tattoo on his neck.</small>

			<small>He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-le</small>
⚫	<small>~~He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-length~~ inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>

		⚫	<small>ngth inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>

	<u>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</u>		<u>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</u>

MOIRWINVAIL1 at 05:11, 27 August 2025

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	Born in the fortress-city of Ta'Vaalor, Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.		Born in the fortress-city of Ta'Vaalor, Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.

	For years, Sythril lived by way of locksmithing rather than ~~the~~ adventure. Where others chased glory in the wilds, he stayed behind, earning coin with steady patience. Several betrayals hardened him, teaching him to trust only in tumblers and coin. He withdrew from the world, brawling with bare fists when pressed, but otherwise burying himself in locks and guild work, shutting people out. The Guild gave him structure, purpose, and recognition that was earned rather than given. Through sheer dedication, he rose to become a guildmaster. The title became a symbol of who he was: a man who endured, who mastered, and who asked for nothing but the chance to prove himself again.		For years, Sythril lived by way of locksmithing rather than adventure. Where others chased glory in the wilds, he stayed behind, earning coin with steady patience. Several betrayals hardened him, teaching him to trust only in tumblers and coin. He withdrew from the world, brawling with bare fists when pressed, but otherwise burying himself in locks and guild work, shutting people out. The Guild gave him structure, purpose, and recognition that was earned rather than given. Through sheer dedication, he rose to become a guildmaster. The title became a symbol of who he was: a man who endured, who mastered, and who asked for nothing but the chance to prove himself again.

MOIRWINVAIL1 at 04:46, 27 August 2025

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	'''<u><big>Early Life:</big></u>'''		'''<u><big>Early Life:</big></u>'''

	Born in the fortress-city of '~~''Ta’Vaalor'''~~, Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.		Born in the fortress-city of Ta'Vaalor, Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.

			For years, Sythril lived by way of locksmithing rather than the adventure. Where others chased glory in the wilds, he stayed behind, earning coin with steady patience. Several betrayals hardened him, teaching him to trust only in tumblers and coin. He withdrew from the world, brawling with bare fists when pressed, but otherwise burying himself in locks and guild work, shutting people out. The Guild gave him structure, purpose, and recognition that was earned rather than given. Through sheer dedication, he rose to become a guildmaster. The title became a symbol of who he was: a man who endured, who mastered, and who asked for nothing but the chance to prove himself again.

MOIRWINVAIL1 at 03:18, 27 August 2025

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			<u>'''<big>Appearance</big>'''</u>


	<small>He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Faendryl.</small>

	<small>He is tall in stature and has a hardened, work-hewn figure. He appears to be young and untried. He has rose-flecked ametrine purple eyes and sun-kissed, light brown skin. He has mid back-length, loosely curled raven black hair slicked back into a tight, nape-hugging ponytail bound by a lustrous knitted glacial white flyrsilk hairtie. He has a chiseled, angular face, a small nose and a thin, smooth scar running just underneath his left eye.</small>		<small>He is tall in stature and has a hardened, work-hewn figure. He appears to be young and untried. He has rose-flecked ametrine purple eyes and sun-kissed, light brown skin. He has mid back-length, loosely curled raven black hair slicked back into a tight, nape-hugging ponytail bound by a lustrous knitted glacial white flyrsilk hairtie. He has a chiseled, angular face, a small nose and a thin, smooth scar running just underneath his left eye.</small>
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	<small>He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-length inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>		<small>He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-length inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.</small>

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			'''<u><big>Early Life:</big></u>'''

			Born in the fortress-city of '''Ta’Vaalor''', Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.