My Setting: A lesson in overthinking

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The Dreaming Court

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In a vast crystalline spire that dominates the center of the universe sits a court of chaos made manifest. Vastly powerful, in mortal terms, they have the power to create at whim what nature would take millions of years to do.

Two beings, perfectly opposed and in harmony with their opposition, sat on thrones of crystal, and bones. Oberon, the Summer King, and his bride, Titania the Winter Queen. They sat in perfect silence, content in each others company for aeons untold. Needing nothing of the outside universe of which their home was the axis.

Both opened their eyes, seeing each other for the first time. They had become beings, whether by choice or mistake they cared not. Oberon saw his bride and wished to touch her with his hands made real. No longer would the thought of her content him. He must hold her hand. Feel her realness. She in turn did the same. Craving the warmth of him.

This was when they realized, by taking form, they could no longer move from the thrones of crystal, and bones.  They were now locked into being. They continued their reach in vain, longing for each other. The effort of the act created life itself for the first time. Two other beings came into reality beside them. The Lord of Spring, and Lady Autumn. Each a paler reflection of both parent. Incomplete. They were not even named, simply titled.

The four of them sat, watching and dwelling together again for vast spans of time. Coming to understand the roles they were made for. Each of them asking, “What has made us, and for what purpose shall we stay made?” Silence dominated the throne room for millions of years. They did not know.

Finally Titania, spoke thus; “Through our action, we have made something lesser than ourselves. Is this our purpose? Shall we create?” Oberon, looking over the two lesser creations nodded. He replied, “We shall all create, through the effort of whim we made something that we lacked. Connection.” Seeing the wisdom of this statement, Titania moved the reach of her hands which had been outstretched towards Oberon ever since taking form. She took her daughter and sons hands, and they took their fathers.

Blinding fire radiated from the crystal spire, radiance spread. Light had been formed from the act of connection. From this point did the universe grow. Rapidly at first, for the eagerness of the dreaming court was overwhelming. What fine dreams they could make. Vast arboreal forests grew on in endless lands. As the dream grew in resonance it filled itself with all manner of life.  The dream manifested its own desires. The four parents were content to let it have them.

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So grew the Sylvan Lands; endless, and varied. Trees hundreds of feet in diameter, thousands of feet in height. Beasts fair, and foul grew to proportions both massive, and small. Life took hold over all the land. The breath of the Summer King reigned here. Endless Summer, forever bathed in warm yellow light.

As he looked over the realm with his son, he had stopped looking at his queen and daughter. They had simply watched the formation of the Endless Summer. Adding highlights like painters on occasion. Giving color, and depth where they chose. Otherwise, they were content to watch the efforts of life being made.

Content at their effort, they relented. Splendid, and wondrous they crafted. Yet, they were merely laying the seed of creation. Titania, resplendent, and eager with certainty, took that seed within herself, and her daughter copied her effort. Inside them grew four new realities. Each spawned by the Endless Summer.

The first two that emerged were the realms of Luminous Aetherium, and the Tenebrous Shroud. One of light, that grew the Endless Summer. Made complete without need for other form. The other pure void, black emptiness without need for other form. The new realms circled each other around the spire.

Then came two more, echoes of the first creations. Void met Light, becoming Joyous Wind. The other sprang opposite from it. Form met darkness, becoming the Hearth of All Craft. Oberon and Titania relented of their efforts. Content in joy with each other and the lesser children they made. Seeing the movement of the realms around the spire they watched life bloom in all of them, as it had for the Endless Summer.

The Aetherium formed beautiful crystals that played with its radiance. Like joyful birds they danced in the empty light. Great beautiful shards of multi-hued light danced, yet life such was made in the Endless Summer did not form. The Dreaming Court wondered over this. They grew disappointed. How was the realm different from the seed that spawned it they asked in union.

Before a reply could be made, they turned their eyes to the Shroud. Formations of pure darkness became manifest, playing in the darkness like the crystals of the Aetherium. They came together to create strange depths of even deeper darkness. The Dreaming Court observed it in confusion as well. It too had become a copy of the seed, but bore no life of its own.

The two realms in opposition of each other swayed. Seemingly content to not have life. To just be the essence of Light, of Dark. They spun around the crystal home of The Court. One above them all, one below them all.

They began to tend to the Joyous Wind, not content to leave it empty, like the Aetherium. They filled it with all manner of creatures of the air. Birds of every color and size. Great towers of land, with flowing water grew from material taken from the Endless Summer. They would not permit this realm to be a still-born creation. They made every effort to bring it into accordance with their wishes. So it too became beautiful. It bloomed with life of its own. Graced in beautiful silver-colored light.

The four beings turned their will towards the Hearth of All Craft, now known as the Ashlands. With all their energy focused on the Joyous Wind they had not noticed, this strange realm grew radiant with fire, blending stone and heat. In the solidness of it, grew hollows. Vast chambers of emptiness. The realm had taken the spark of life for itself and began working. The Court in surprise wondered again, what wonderful terror had they done? The placed filled with all manner of beast, and plant. Though hideous to behold, made for function only. No beauty was found here. Only pure will of creation. It pulsed and became strong on its own determination.

From its pulsing throb came a flow of life. Pouring into the Shroud, and the Aetherium. Placing in each realm life of its own design. Stone began to form in the Void, and great seas in the Light. Silently the Dreaming Court watched. In awe of this beating reality. Connections grew from both Light and Void into the Joyous Wind and the Hearth. Then directly into the Endless Summer.

All realms, separate but together. Formed the living will of the Dreaming Court. They sat in silence, overjoyed at their creations. Watching it for such a great length of time that no number is sufficient for its measure. There it lay perfect.


The First of the Elves

Oberon lay bound to his throne. His dream complete. Titania spoke, “We have made place, not being. Even these are less than us.” Her eyes swept the Lord of Spring and Lady of Autumn. Who sat silent, curious to her intentions. “Is it your desire I support this labor my Queen?” Oberon replied. “It is, I shall fashion within each realm the memory of us. Made living, they shall dream their own lives, so we may observe them.” Oberon opened his eyes to look at his Queen. “Is my company no longer able to content you?” “No, and neither will these do.” She replied, again looking upon the younger beings connected to them.

“I shall consent to your will in this at one cost, my love.” She locked eyes with him, “What shall my King, my husband, my dearest love ask?” Oberon closing his eyes, focused his intent. The warmth of him rising until again the matter of creation rose between the Dreaming Court. “After these, we will not make again.”

The ice-bound Queen hungrily took the matter, the warmth, and began her work. The whole of the Court strained in tension. Creation would not occur away from them. It would come here. Right into the chamber. With the might of all four of the Dreaming Court came five beings. Echoes of the realities that were formed before them.

Fully formed they came, Orion first took shape. Strong, tall, and crowned in Antlers. The body took the shape of Oberon, draped in leaf and green. Save for one difference, his feet were not formed into crystal, and bone, they were cloven-hoof like the beasts of the Endless Summer.

Then came Arawn and Solas together. Twins of total opposition. Arawn; dark, and menacing, void given will. Solas; light and kind, light given will. They stood as equals of each other. Aspects of one reflected in opposition to the other. They took the form of Titania. The Cold Dark. The Cold Light.

Between them came Vaul, of stone and fire. He took no beauty from his parents, finding it useless. He sat as perfect function without grace. Beside him came Aria. Wind-blown and graceful. Beauty over function. They were opposites of each other, though not as strongly as Arawn and Solas.

Thus the first five were made. Oberon, and Titania spoke simultaneously to the children. “You, our last creations shall live in paradise. In dreams of your parents choosing you shall abide. You will dream of your own accord and create or destroy as you see fit. Before we send you, we must ask. What is your need? We see longing in your faces.”

The children replied in unison, “We desire love. Is there no pleasure in us that causes the love you share between you, for us?” Oberon and Titania replied, “There is not, you were not made for here. Nor can we give you the love we share. You will make your own.” Again the children spoke together, “Shall we be cast from you with nothing?” “Is your life not sufficient?” came the reply.

Orion, first among the first spoke, “I want neither your love, nor your scorn. Furnish me a mighty lance, and a horn that shall sound over the realm eternal. The Endless Summer shall provide all else to me.” The Dreaming Court consented and gave Orion mighty gifts plus one more. A shard of the crystal throne. “Should there be need, you may return to us with it.” Orion took the lance, and horn. Leaving the stone on the floor. “I’ve no need of you any further.” With that said, Orion, entered the Endless Summer.

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Heartache overtook Titania, that she was so spurned by her will. Pride radiated from Oberon, that his will was truly its own being. Arawn reached out to Titania, and felt all the hurt, and sorrow there. Taking it from her. “This shall be mine, I will savor it. I will love it above all else.” Stunned, Titania looked upon Arawn, “Will you have any other gift from us?” “Make for me a great weaver, like those that crawl the Endless Summer. I shall take this hurt and bind it into the void carefully. I will tie all to it.” The Dreaming Court made the Great Weaver and also bestowed a shard of the throne. Which Arawn took before departing to the Tenebrous Shroud.

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Solas reached to Oberon, taking from him his pride. “This shall be mine, I will temper it into wisdom, through my will alone. Besides this I ask for the crystal to return, and Orion’s.” Oberon grimaced that such a prize was taken from him, The Court consented and Solas left. Taking home in the Luminous Aetherium.

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Next spoke Vaul, “I require a mighty force to work at the Hearth. There I shall forge wonders of my own. Though I would have a companion. A beast of flame and metal. It shall accompany me in the darkness and assist my endeavors.” They gave Vaul a mighty hammer and his beast of flame and metal. With these Vaul left to tend the Hearth of All Craft. Taking also a crystal shard.

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Aria came forth, “I should wish a blade. That cuts as the mighty wind. As you saw fit to bestow no wings upon me, you will also make for me a beast. May it be of spirit and metal, and may it soar without rest.” Giving these gifts and a shard of crystal the Dreaming Court shut the doors to their chamber for all of eternity. Of them, nothing else is known.

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Shaping Paradise-Of How Lesser-Elves Came To Be

When the first five arrived at their respective domains, they began shaping it with their will alone. Matter moving according to their great minds. Orion of course, did no such thing. He began to stalk into the great unending forests. Slaying beasts, and savoring the thrill of the hunt. He alone stayed occupied in this way. Content within himself.

Vaul however was not pleased with the disconnection he felt from his siblings. He took his mighty hammer and began a great labor that lasted thousands of years. The crystal spire at the center of the universe was hollowed out. A great city being built. He plumbed the depths of each side until he had reached the other realms. His siblings were waiting for him. Save for Orion.

There with their combined wills they placed doorways that led from the city into each realms. Vaul made them masterfully, part door, part forge. Each sibling adding their effort to it. They had created a forge of souls, and from it came the lesser children of the First Elves. Not mighty like the parents that dreamed them, but otherwise like their parents in all other areas.

When Orion saw this, he smote the door to his realm once with his spear. That spark lit the forge, and his own children came out. In likeness to him in spirit and matter. Though without cloven-hoof. He had saved that as a mark of his own. Nor would they have mighty antlers. He did give him the lust of the hunt and again departed. Left to their own devices that became known simply as Sylvan Elves. They like the parent who made them ran wild and free.

Aria began dreaming of high towers of pure crystal. Of all hues, they would reflect the realms silver-light. The lesser elves she made resembled her. Proud, certain, beautiful, and demanding. They quickly began to form houses. Claiming towers as their own. Each selecting a different flying predator as the emblem of that house. These became known as the ‘High Elves‘. Who dwelt in wind. Aria saw the boldness of them, and approved.

Then came Vaul to his own realm. The first attempt of his craft was bold, he attempted to craft a sister to match him. His equal. For this he tried a thousand times, then a thousand more. He could not make his equal and his rage grew with each failure. He turned to the only thing that he could unleash his wrath upon. Rinsla-Nashyr. His beast of metal and flame. Smiting it with his terrible hammer, the blow resounded through all of the Hearth. The realm of the Hearth, already hot and dark became much more extreme. Patches of the entire realm were vaporized in the great death of his beast.

Places that were once hollows in the earth began to have a surface. Under a hellish dark-red sky. The last breath of his beast. Radiation grew from its blood. Death, and invisible fire, grew in the realm. Vaul, never daunted began taking the mountainous form of his slain friend and began to work from its materials. Soon pale-skinned lesser elves appeared beside him. Rugged, and ugly, but made for function. They were strong, and hale. Opposites of the beautiful creatures Aria had made. The red sky began to rain ash that would burn flesh as soon as it touched it. The elves who became known as, ‘Ashlanders‘ wore heavy suits of forged dragon corpse to protect themselves from this eternal fire. Vaul saw the resourcefulness of them and approved.

Solas carefully tended the placid seas of her realm. Carefully painting the sky in wondrous colors. She too formed crystalline structures of her parents realm. Making wonder towers and faerie cities that went into the deepest of the sea up to the very edge of the stars. Her children, wise above all others had mastered pride. They turned their thoughts to the highest mysteries and were content. Celestial Elves they came to be known as, and their counsel is much sought after. Solas, with the spark of pride forged into wisdom looked upon her children and smiled.

Finally Arawn, watching the work of all others first made children of her own. Giving them the hurt that she tended from her mother, Titania. They directed the Great Weaver, a spider-like beast of incredible size to bind the darkness together. There they began horrific plots against one another. Delighting in sowing pain, and suffering. They avenged the hurt of Titania against any they could capture. They would raid the great city at the center of the universe for victims of other realms.

Arawn was called to account for this by all but Orion. Arawn announced his children had formed houses like Aria’s, became hardened in spirit like the Ashlanders. They dwelt on in the infinite darkness bringing pale light to it where they delighted, like the children of Solas. Why would they object to what was in fact all elves combined? The court of the First-Born considered this until a horn sounded in the distance.

Arawn lept to her feet, she felt thousands of her children dying. Being butchered in the street like animals of the Endless Summer. Looking down from the Court chamber they all saw the Sylvan Elves. Reaping a terrible harvest from the city. Killing the elves of Arawn’s brood mercilessly.  They began to fight back using dark craft born of their realm.

The black blood they left in the city as they retreated giving them their names. The Dark Elves. Arawn agreed under duress from Orion, that the city was not for hunting. Only his realm was fit for such. The kin of his sister were welcome to try their hand against his sons and daughters at any time. They would welcome them with screaming death and laughter.

Thus did Orion proclaim the city was not able to be used for war, or murder. It would be the neutral point of all the realms. If any other people attempted what Arawn’s brood did again, he would personally hunt them. With that said, he departed. Back to his eternal chase.


The Great City of Elysium and the Barter of Essence

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The city, now named Elysium was to be a gathering point for all of the elven kins. No harm could befall them there, and they could share and interact with one another in peace. Ashlander craft exchanged for Celestial wisdom. Dark Elf silks for High Elf weapons. All traded with the Sylvan, as the forest was an unending supply of things. Herbs, beasts, food, could all be had there. Though the Sylvan though traded harshly, they needed nothing from other realms. Valued nothing.

The other elves could not risk raising Orion’s ire by striking at them, so they came together to offer a solution. They found by touch and will they could give their very experiences in the form of feeling to each other. The strength of these feelings were measured and given value. They offered this to the Sylvan Elves and the group accepted. Thus they had made a currency of themselves. Unknowingly serving the Sylvan Elves in their quest to experience, and know all temporal matters.

As the Celestial Elves could take in what they wished in matters of wisdom. So could Ashlander’s take from others feeling of safety. Something they knew not of. The Dark elves hungrily paid for hate, suffering, malice. They desired this above all else.


Game Mechanics for the Cypher System

These mechanics are broken down by each Elf Race with photos that inspired them or were close to what I was thinking. Since I lack the talent to draw sufficiently or the wealth to commission I lean on art from the internet heavily.


Ashlanders

The Ashlands: A Dream Turned Nightmare

The Ashlander mindset is a grim one. Vaul destroying the dragon companion he was given nearly destroyed the realm. It is now a dangerous place beyond comprehension. Fire, lava, ash-lakes, acidic streams, nothing is safe here. In this place the dour Ashlander’s continue their purpose. High craft of untouchable quality. Though far from beautiful, the objects they create are a reflection of themselves, and their home.

The Ashlanders class names are as follows:

 Destroyer(Warrior)

Repudiator (Scout)

Flame/Stone-Seer (Wizard)

The following Adjectives are suitable for Ashlander Elves Descriptors in the Cypher System:

Brash, Calm, Creative, Cruel, Doomed, Driven, Guarded, Hardy, Hideous, Honorable, Perceptive, Resilient, Rugged, Sharp-Eyed Skeptical, Strong, Strong-Willed, Swift, Tough, Vengeful

In addition to these Descriptors: Ashlander’s receive the following racial modifiers:

Stalwart: +2 to your Might Pool.
Skill: You are trained in Might defense
rolls.
Skill: You are trained in tasks related to
stone, including sensing stonework traps,
knowing the history of a particular piece
of stonecraft, and knowing your distance
beneath the surface.
Skill: You are practiced in using large weapons.
Skill: You are trained in using the tools
required to shape and mine stone.
Inability: When you fail an Intellect
defense roll to avoid damage, you take 1
extra point of damage.

The following are suitable Foci:

Abides in Stone
Awakens Dreams
Bears a Halo of Fire
Blazes With Radiance
Builds Robots (Flavor swap, Golems)
Casts Spells
Channels Divine Blessings
Commands Mental Powers
Controls Beasts
Crafts Unique Objects
Defends the Weak
Exists Partially Out of Phase
Explores Dark Places
Fights Dirty
Focuses Mind Over Matter
Hunts Nonhumans
Hunts Outcasts
Hunts With Great Skill
Infiltrates
Leads
Lives in the Wilderness
Looks for Trouble
Masters Defense
Masters Weaponry
Metes Out Justice
Murders
Needs No Weapon
Never Says Die
Performs Feats of Strength
Shepherds Spirits (Flame Flavored)
Siphons Power
Slays Monsters
Speaks for the Land (Stone Flavored)
Stands Like a Bastion
Throws With Deadly Accuracy
Wields Two Weapons at Once
Works Miracles
Works the Back Alleys

Character Examples:

I am a Strong Ashland Destroyer Who Stands Like a Bastion

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I am a Driven Ashland Repudiator Who Metes Out Justice

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I am a Strong-Willed Ashland Stone-Seer Who Builds Golems

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Celestial Elves

The Luminous Aetherium: Light Made Poetry

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Non-Playable This realm has been sealed off from all others for two thousand years. No one knows why. They simply are gone.


Dark Elves

The Great Weaver

The Titanic Weaving beast that Arawn called for. Spins shards of ink-dark blackness and binds together the void realm of the Tenebrous Shadow. It’s presence is always seen, and heard as it works its masters will. It’s mostly harmless to all but Dark Elves. Mostly.

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The Tenebrous Shroud

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The Dark Elves, children of Arawn are cruel and arrogant to the extreme. They delight in the suffering of all creatures, particularly others of their kind. To be caught by them in to endure eternity in torment. They tend to hurts, and petty revenge like a gardener. They are slight of build, quick, and are built for the darkness they dwell in.

The Dark Elves class names are as follows:

 Executioner (Warrior)

Tormentor (Scout)

Shadow-Seer (Wizard)

The following Adjectives are suitable for Dark Elves Descriptors in the Cypher System:

Appealing, Brash, Calm, Charming, Clever, Craven, Creative, Cruel, Dishonorable, Doomed, Driven, Exiled, Fast, Graceful, Guarded, Hardy, Impulsive, Inquisitive, Intelligent, Learned, Lucky,  Mad, Mechanical,
Mysterious, Mystical, Noble, Perceptive, Resilient, Rugged, Sharp-Eyed
Skeptical, Spiritual, Stealthy, Strong-Willed, Swift, Tough
Vengeful, Wealthy, Weird

In addition to these Descriptors, the Dark Elves receive the following Racial Benefits:

You gain the following characteristics:
Agile: +2 to your Speed Pool.
Skill: You are specialized in tasks related
to perception.
Skill: You are practiced in using one Shard-Thrower
variety of your choice.
Skill: You are trained in stealth tasks.
In areas of dark, you are
specialized in stealth tasks.
Fragile: When you fail a Might defense roll
to avoid damage, you take 1 extra point of
damage.
Additional Equipment: You have a Shard-Thrower

The following are available Foci:

Abides in Stone
Awakens Dreams
Bears a Halo of Fire
Blazes With Radiance
Builds Golems
Carries a Quiver
Casts Spells
Channels Divine Blessings
Commands Mental Powers
Consorts With the Dead
Controls Beasts
Crafts Illusions
Crafts Unique Objects
Defends the Weak
Entertains
Exists in Two Places at Once
Exists Partially Out of Phase
Explores Dark Places
Fights Dirty
Fights With Panache
Focuses Mind Over Matter
Howls at the Moon
Hunts Nonhumans
Hunts Outcasts
Hunts With Great Skill
Infiltrates
Leads
Lives in the Wilderness
Looks for Trouble
Masters Defense
Masters the Swarm
Masters Weaponry
Metes Out Justice
Moves Like a Cat
Murders
Needs No Weapon
Never Says Die
Operates Under Cover
Rides the Lightning
Sees Beyond
Separates Mind From Body
Shepherds Spirits
Siphons Power
Slays Monsters
Speaks for the Land
Stands Like a Bastion
Throws With Deadly Accuracy
Travels Through Time
Wears a Sheen of Ice
Wields Two Weapons at Once
Works Miracles
Works the Back Alleys

Weapon Unique to Dark Elves: 

Shard-Thrower, handgun like weapon that uses crystallized venom as ammunition. It hold 12 shots of these crystals and fires them at high velocity. The one-handed version is a light weapon. The Two-handed version is a medium weapon. Targets must make a successful save Vs. Poison or all action steps are at one dice step lower for the next round. This effect is cumulative up to three steps. Rumors abound of certain houses having special blends of these crystals, capable of exploding on impact, or firing the nerves with incredible pain.

Example Character

I am a Vengeful Dark Elf Shadow-Seer Who Casts Spells

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I am a Graceful Tormentor Dark Elf Who Fights with Two Weapons

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I am a Cruel Dark Elf Executioner that Masters Weaponry

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High Elves

The Joyous Wind

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The High Elves, named for the heights they dwell in are considered arrogant, and the most Civilized of all the elves. Early, they split themselves into great houses. Claiming great towers of their choosing they began practicing the highest form of the arts. Which they believe must be beautiful first, functional a close second.

The High Elves class names are as follows:

 Champion (Warrior)

Wind-Runner (Scout)

Light-Seer (Wizard)

The following are available Descriptors:

Appealing, Brash, Calm, Charming, Clever, Clumsy, Craven, Creative, Cruel, Dishonorable, Doomed, Driven, Empathetic, Exiled, Fast, Graceful, Guarded, Honorable, Inquisitive, Intelligent , Kind, Learned, Lucky,
Mysterious, Mystical, Naive, Noble, Perceptive, Resilient, Sharp-Eyed,
Skeptical, Spiritual, Stealthy, Strong-Willed, Swift, Virtuous, Wealthy,

In addition to these Descriptors, the High Elves receive the following Racial Benefits:

You gain the following characteristics:
Agile: +2 to your Speed Pool.
Skill: You are specialized in tasks related
to perception.
Skill: You are practiced in using one Sword of your choice.
Skill: You are trained in riding flying mounts, you are
specialized in manueouver tasks involving flying mounts.
Fragile: When you fail a Might defense roll
to avoid damage, you take 1 extra point of
damage.

The following Adjectives are suitable for High Elves Foci in the Cypher System:

Awakens Dreams
Bears a Halo of Fire
Blazes With Radiance
Carries a Quiver
Casts Spells
Channels Divine Blessings
Commands Mental Powers
Consorts With the Dead
Controls Beasts
Crafts Illusions
Crafts Unique Objects
Defends the Weak
Entertains
Exists in Two Places at Once
Exists Partially Out of Phase
Explores Dark Places
Fights Dirty
Fights With Panache
Focuses Mind Over Matter
Howls at the Moon
Hunts Nonhumans
Hunts Outcasts
Hunts With Great Skill
Infiltrates
Is Idolized by Millions
Leads
Looks for Trouble
Masters Defense
Masters Weaponry
Metes Out Justice
Moves Like a Cat
Murders
Needs No Weapon
Never Says Die
Performs Feats of Strength
Pilots Starcraft (Large Flying Bird of Prey)
Rides the Lightning
Sees Beyond
Separates Mind From Body
Shepherds Spirits
Siphons Power
Slays Monsters
Speaks for the Land
Stands Like a Bastion
Throws With Deadly
Accuracy
Travels Through Time
Wears a Sheen of Ice
Wields Two Weapons
at Once
Works Miracles
Works the Back Alleys
Would Rather Be Reading

Example High Elf Character:

I am Mystical High Elf Champion who Channels Divine Blessings

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I am a Swift High Elf Wind-Runner Who Wields Two Weapons at Once

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I am a Kind High Elf Light-Seer Who Rather Be Reading

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Sylvan Elves

The Endless Summer

 

Sylvan Elves

The Sylvan Elves consider them self to be the only true elves in creation. They believe that when Titania birthed the other realms she corrupted them with her will. They have a high disdain for all others and can be quite hostile when encountered in the Endless Summer. Following Orion’s path, they stalk the fearsome beasts that prowl the land. Some seeking only the thrill of the hunt, and the savor of roasted flesh over open-flame.

The Sylvan Elves class names are as follows:

 Way Watcher (Warrior)

Pathfinder (Scout)

Green-Seer (Wizard)

The following are available Descriptors:

Appealing, Brash, Calm, Charming, Clever, Clumsy, Craven, Creative, Cruel, Dishonorable, Doomed, Driven, Empathetic, Exile, Fast, Foolish, Graceful, Guarded, Hardy, Honorable, Impulsive, Inquisitive, Intelligent, Jovial, Kind, Learned, Lucky, Mad, Mechanical, Mysterious, Mystical, Naive, Noble, Perceptive, Resilient, Rugged,  Sharp-Eyed, Skeptical, Spiritual, Stealthy, Strong, Strong-Willed, Swift, Tongue-Tied, Tough, Vengeful, Virtuous, Wealthy, Weird

In addition to these Descriptors, the Sylvan Elves receive the following Racial Benefits:

You gain the following characteristics:
Agile: +2 to your Speed Pool.
Skill: You are specialized in tasks related
to perception.
Skill: You are practiced in the use of one bow of your choice
Skill: You are trained in stealth tasks.
In areas of forest, you are
specialized in stealth tasks.
Fragile: When you fail a Might defense roll
to avoid damage, you take 1 extra point of
damage.

The following Adjectives are suitable for Sylvan Elves Foci in the Cypher System:

Abides in Stone (Tree Flavored)
Awakens Dreams
Bears a Halo of Fire (Thorns)
Blazes With Radiance
Carries a Quiver
Casts Spells
Channels Divine Blessings
Commands Mental Powers
Consorts With the Dead
Controls Beasts
Crafts Illusions
Crafts Unique Objects
Defends the Weak
Entertains
Exists in Two Places at Once
Exists Partially Out of Phase
Explores Dark Places
Fights Dirty
Fights With Panache
Focuses Mind Over Matter
Howls at the Moon
Hunts Nonhumans
Hunts Outcasts
Hunts With Great Skill
Infiltrates
Leads
Lives in the Wilderness
Looks for Trouble
Masters Defense
Masters the Swarm
Masters Weaponry
Metes Out Justice
Moves Like a Cat
Murders
Needs No Weapon
Never Says Die
Performs Feats of Strength
Rides the Lightning
Sees Beyond
Separates Mind From Body
Shepherds Spirits
Siphons Power
Slays Monsters
Speaks for the Land
Stands Like a Bastion
Throws With Deadly Accuracy
Travels Through Time
Wears a Sheen of Ice (Bark)
Wields Two Weapons at Once
Works Miracles
Works the Back Alleys

Example Sylvan Elf Character:

I am a Stealthy Sylvan Elf Pathfinder who Carries a Quiver

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I am a Rugged Sylvan Elf Way Watcher who Moves like a Cat

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I am a Mysterious Sylvan Elf Green-Seer who Blazes with Radiance

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The Story so far…

After thousands of years of living in relative harmony the Celestial Elves began retreating from courtly life in the city of Elysium. Soon they barred their realm from all others entering. For hundreds of years they sent no word and would not open the door. Seers of the other elves attempted to contact them through arcane means but where unsuccessful. As the mystery grew, the remaining members of the First Elves joined together for a council.

It was decided that a Dark Elf be sent, long have they tread dark and forbidden paths between the realms, and they might know a way to look into the Luminous Aetherium. The mission was a success of sorts, they made it to where the Aetherium was supposed to be. However, it was no longer there. The entire realm had vanished along with its people.

This troubled the elves greatly, they wondered what could have befallen their kindred. So they approached the Dreaming Court to have an audience with them. The way had been barred. The only way to open the Court was the combination of all five stones. Two of which were now totally gone.

As the years progressed things became more and more unnerving. A black line appeared in the sky of the Joyous Wind. Like a crack in reality that slowly widened. Soon, portions of the Ashlands became flooded in unending black sludge. The Endless Summer began having large portions of the realm turn into swamp and mire. Whole forests flooded. In the Tenebrous Shroud the Great Weavers web began rotting, dropping whole faerie castles into the ground to be destroyed.

That’s when the trouble really began. The once peaceful creatures of the realms had began to grow corrupt as the land itself had.

(Bestiary Coming Soon)

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