Torlivayne
As the legend goes...
In the ancient times, long before the world knew the boundaries of civilization, the realms of nature were far more interconnected and enigmatic. It was during this age that Torlivayne, the benevolent entity of water that brings life, came into being.
In the heart of an untouched and mystical forest, nestled within a valley untouched by the hand of humans, there lay a tranquil oasis known as the "Wellspring of Ages." This wellspring, fed by the convergence of underground rivers and the whispers of ancient aquifers, held the essence of life itself. It was said that the wellspring was a living entity, a manifestation of the purest form of water magic.
Torlivayne's origin is shrouded in legends and myths, passed down through generations of storytellers. According to one such tale, the great elemental spirits of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in their eternal dance of creation, once gathered to bestow life upon the barren lands. As they mingled their magic and essence, the shimmering waters of the Wellspring of Ages gave rise to a sentient consciousness – Torlivayne.
From the very moment of her creation, Torlivayne felt a deep connection to all living things. She could hear the whispers of the trees, the songs of the birds, and the laughter of the rivers. Her purpose was clear – to nurture life and ensure the harmonious balance of nature. She could shape-shift her watery form, from dewdrops on petals to mighty cascades in roaring rivers. She flowed through the veins of the world, breathing life into every corner it touched.
As the ages rolled on, civilizations rose and fell, but Torlivayne remained a constant force of rejuvenation. She became both revered and feared by various cultures, often depicted in myths and artworks as a mystical being of flowing water with a tranquil yet enigmatic visage. It was believed that those who could commune with Torlivayne held the power to heal the land, mend broken spirits, and even guide the course of destiny.
Legends spoke of moments when Torlivayne would reveal herself to those in need – drought-stricken farmers, weary travelers, and grieving souls. It was said that its presence was marked by a gentle mist that carried the scent of rain and the promise of growth. In return for its gifts, Torlivayne asked for nothing but the utmost respect for the balance of nature and the preservation of the Wellspring of Ages.
Over time, as industrialization and urbanization spread, the world lost touch with the mystic forces that once bound it together. The Wellspring of Ages dwindled, polluted by the unchecked ambitions of humanity. Torlivayne's form weakened, and her presence grew more elusive, known only through fragmented tales and faded memories.
But the entity of water that brings life, Torlivayne, still yearned for reconnection. She awaited the day when the world would remember the importance of balance and harmony with nature. She yearned for the touch of pure hearts and the song of gratitude that would call it back to its full glory, to once again embrace her role as the guardian of life-giving waters and the embodiment of the interconnectedness of all living things. At her weakest she abandoned the Wellspring of Ages, (which remains lost to this day,) finding her way to a far off forest and in a small clearing where she laid herself at the base of a sickly dying tree with a mushroom growing on it, in preperation to meet her end.
Her essence nourished the sickly tree which expelled the mushroom to the forest floor, using the remainder of her strength she caught the mushroom before it hit the forest floor gently lowering it down as her breathing slowed and her eyes came to close.
She awoke to to the noise of panic and weeping, with much suprise that her life essence remained, she looked around the clearing, although much had changed during her slumber something seemed off, it was too hot, blinking her eyes she noticed a burn to them, the air acrid and the color a bright orange she turned her gaze to the weepigng, there was the mushroom she caught nut it had changed, grown, matured and beside her was the sickly tree, also changed.
The sickly tree had tried its best to shield both her and the mushroom from the flames as the forest burned and now lay there smoldering and she could feel the life essence about to leave the tree. Knowing that these two beings must have taken care of her in her slumber and tried to protect her from the fire rather than save themselves and flee, she shed a single tear.
They say the power held within that tear extiguished the fire and birthed the jungles that would later become known as Voss.
Divine Domains
Wellspring of Ages
Voss
Contained within are 2 artist renditions of her appearance by 2 artists that claim to have seen her. The renditions were created 500 years apart and the originals paintings are both on display in Slova.
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Alignment
LG
Current Status
Unknown
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Children
Sex
Female
Gender
Female
Presentation
Feminine
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