The W’ythryn

Background:

 
The W’ythryn is thought to be a spirit or local deity in the northern forests on the Lee side of the Vilrithic Mountain range, a seldom visited village by the name of Passtone will speak about it if asked. Though the residents won’t talk about it if never prompted to. Local superstition holds that the more one speaks about it, the more it pays attention to the village.
 
The creature is held responsible for the odd statues dotted throughout the forest. Ancient weathered humanoid works in various positions, almost all having some form of death blow carved into their bodies. The residents pay respects to each of these statues whenever they find them, laying flowers or offer dried foods to the statues in the hopes that the W’ythryn would leave them be.
 
The village has honored this, not quite, tradition for as far back as the founding of the settlement. The local Aldermen as unsure of when the creature first appeared, or what it exclusively looks like. The villagers maintain that if it gazes upon anyone, it will turn them to stone. Thus it has led to an odd behavior in the residents, they will not react to strange noises in the woods. They will do nothing to give away their positions, they will hunker down like a fawn in tall grass hoping to go unnoticed.
 

In Reality:

 
The W’ythryn is a Vestige, a Shadow Touched Child who survived the end of the war, before the Shadows had rebuilt the world and everything left in it. A warped Fae taken from long ago, only the Queen knows her actual name, though refuses to speak it. Not out of throwing away one of her Children, but because she cannot bear to think of a Child of her’s left in such a state, unable to do anything about it.
 
This Fae is a disfigured, hunched-backed, shadow of itself. The most notable features of the Fae is that its Ulna and Radius bones in their forearm were fused and elongated to form bone sickles in place of actual hands. Though it still has its index finger on its right arm and its middle and index finger on its left arm. It has constant weeping sores all of its body, refusing to heal, plagued by flies and parasites.
 
It also has an ability to not disturb any surface around it, moving noiselessly. Whether it is over leaf-covered forest floors, or pools of water, or even over loose gravel, it disturbs nothing. Though the most important ability of this Fae is that it turns living flesh to stone. It needs direct eye contact to use this ability, however. It would appear that due to the poison seeped into the soul of the Child by the Shadows, it flies into a rage as soon as it turns anything to stone. Slashing and chopping at the slowly changing flesh of its unfortunate victims.
 
the culling and many times afterward, it covers its eyes to stop at least one of its abhorrent abilities. It prefers to cover them with cloth when it can creep in close enough to take it, though it has occluded them with muck and resin in times past. It holds onto just enough of it’s consciousness to be able to speak its thoughts, though very disjointed. Seemingly having an acutely aware state of time, it’s thought that the creature experiences time much more slowly than anything around it.
Eye color:Sickly gold, glow faintly in the dark   Skin Pigmentation: Midnight black flecked with pale white dots   Height: 6ft   Weight:??? Presumed to weigh next to nothing, moves around without disturbing surfaces, including water.   Sex: Presumed to be female, its sex appears to be quite ambiguous sharing male and female features, though appears to share more with females.
“We found that Vestige. Yes, we found it. We… we couldn’t, there was a reason it had escaped the culling. I am ashamed to say we were unable to put her out of her misery. Her body is covered in open sores, skin like the stars. Sickles for hands, though we noted that whichever Shadow had mutilated her, was kind enough to leave her a few fingers.”   “Why is that important?” Anlyth asked, sadness and anger burning through his lips.   “She had covered her eyes, a ragged cloth tied around them. Her ability to petrify living flesh aborted by that last piece of sentience left to her.”

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