Parwyn (prime)
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Summary
- 5119.03.24 First time seen inside of Icemule Trace
- 5125.12.18 Admitted into White Haven
Backstory
Parwyn Galanodel, known to none living as Moonwhisper, is a Sylvan whose life has spanned nearly eight centuries of quiet triumphs and profound losses.
She was born in 4370 beneath the sheltering canopy of Wyrdeep, where the oldest trees still whisper secrets older than the Drakes. From childhood she proved herself a natural guardian of the wilds—swift with a bow, silent in the underbrush, attuned to every shift of leaf and wind. In 4450 she completed the Lassaran rite, stepping away from her tribe and into the wider world with the new name Moonwhisper, a title earned for the way she moved beneath starlight without disturbing even the dew.
Six years later, in 4456, she joined a small but determined band of adventurers who called themselves the Heroes of Haranshire. They had gathered near Haranshire to answer reports of vanishings among woodcutters and travelers. What began as a local mystery quickly unraveled into something far darker: a trail that led from shadowed ruins to the fetid depths deep within the world. Parwyn traveled alongside steadfast companions—human clerics and mystics of Phoen whose sunlit faith pierced the gloom, a sharp-eyed wizard, a nimble halfling rogue, gnome illusionists and druids, and Lyntern Parlfray, the noble warrior-cleric of Phoen who would one day become her husband.
In 4461, amid the blooming arches of Haranshire, Parwyn and Lyntern were wed. Their union was blessed in 4469 with a son, Edmond of Parlfray, a bright half-Sylvan child who carried both his mother's forest grace and his father's human resolve.
The Heroes' greatest trial came in 4466. Deep within the world they discovered four Ur-Daemons—enormous, tentacled horrors from another valence—laboring over a pulsating crystalline engine designed to extend their corrupting, psychic dominion across Elanthia. The battle was brutal. Gear shattered in waves of disjunction, minds buckled under alien compulsion. Parwyn herself fell under thrall for a time, her will drowned in whispers that still echo in her quietest moments. Yet the fellowship prevailed: the engine was destroyed, the Ur-Daemons banished, and the immediate threat ended. Afterward, oaths fulfilled, the Heroes parted ways.
Time, however, proved the crueler adversary. Lyntern's father Sandior passed in 4482, making Lyntern Baronet of Parlfray. Lyntern himself followed in 4511, leaving the title to Edmond. From 4512 onward Parwyn watched her son, then her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren grow old and die. The human blood in the Parlfray line hastened each generation's passing, diluting her Sylvan heritage until she was left standing alone amid graves that multiplied too quickly. The grief settled into her bones like winter frost.
From 4898 to 5118—the years she calls the Lost Times—Parwyn wandered in near-feral solitude through Riverwood's haunted streams, North Hendor's tangled wilds, and the vast Yuriqen forests west of the Andemyon River. Loss, regret, the lingering psychic scars of the Ur-Daemons, and a subtle, maddening touch from Zelia (despite her lifelong devotion to Imaera) frayed the edges of her mind. She lived among beasts, spoke more to wind and root than to people, and let the green world swallow much of who she had been. Those centuries remain hazy—moonlit hunger, shifting shadows, fleeting visions—but the memories that came before feel solid and true: the Heroes, the citadel, the tentacles, Lyntern's laugh, Edmond's first steps, the ache of watching generations fade.
In 5119 a passing halfling caravan stirred something dormant within her. She followed them north toward Icemule Trace, drawn by the faint pull of civilization she had almost forgotten. For several years she made cautious, tentative journeys into the town, each visit a small reclaiming of herself. By 5125 she had become a quiet but active presence in Icemule, still shy, still relearning the ways of people and streets after so long among the wilds. She emerged almost as a new person—wide-eyed, cautious, carrying the refined maturity of centuries in a frame that still looks deceptively young.
Now, in 5126, Moonwhisper walks Icemule's snowy paths with her bow ever close. Her sea-green eyes search for light amid the shadows she carries, and when the past arises in conversation she speaks of it calmly, matter-of-factly, trusting the truth of what she remembers even when some details blur at the edges. She is a Sylvan who has outlived empires of grief, survived horrors from beyond the world, and returned from the wilderness—not unbroken, but still standing, still seeking purpose beneath the northern sky.