Children of Aelindor. Keepers of the Covenant. Bearers of the Aelvar.

The Syl’Aeris are a people born of two realms—the mortal world of Khassid and the radiant mirror-plane of Aelindor, the Everglade Beyond. Shaped by ancient covenants and bound by spiritual law, the Syl’Aeris walk in both flesh and soul. Every Syl’Aeris is born with the Aelvar, the Sight of Souls—a gift that allows them to perceive the soul-aura of their kin like a constellation of living light. It is this gift that keeps them close, fosters unity, and exposes betrayal in an instant.

They are a people of grace and vision, of stillness and ferocity, of ancient discipline and unrelenting memory. Among them, every word, every vow, and every bond is sacred—especially the Covenant of Kin, the law that forbids kinslaying. To strike down one’s own is to be exiled not only from their society, but from Aelindor itself. The soul is scarred. The Aelvar is extinguished. The elf becomes a Dral’Vyrn—the Hollow-Blooded, cast out and visibly marked by the absence of their light.

And for countless ages, no Dral’Vyrn ever returned.

But legends rise where hope has long slept.

Centuries ago, a mortal blacksmith named Calen stood beside a company of outcasts—Dral’Vyrn who had chosen to defend a mountain village against a dread dragon, though they had every reason to flee. Calen, moved by their courage, forged his own blade and fought at their side, striking the beast with steel and soul alike. What followed defied everything the Syl’Aeris believed: the Soulmarks of those Dral’Vyrn were restored. Their Aelvar reignited.

It was the first known lifting of the Curse.

In recognition of his deed, Calen was granted what had never been granted to a mortal before—passage into Aelindor. His line would carry that right forward.

His son, Lochinvar, would go on to fulfill a destiny even greater. Though believed to have perished over two centuries ago, Lochinvar and his companions ventured beyond the reach of gods and mortals alike to free a young boy held in chains by forgotten powers. That child, Z’hani, would ascend to godhood, and the name Lochinvar would be whispered in reverence by elf and human alike. His story remains proof that the blood of Calen carried not just mortal courage—but divine consequence.

Since that time, a handful of other Dral’Vyrn have walked the long road toward redemption. Though rare, their stories are whispered among the Syl’Aeris as sacred flame: faint, flickering, but never fully extinguished.

Let no player believe the path is easy. To reclaim the Aelvar is not a reward—it is a crucible. Redemption requires sacrifice, the mending of what was broken, and a life lived in service to something greater than vengeance or survival. Some seek out the Tanaerithyn Enclaves, hidden sanctuaries guided by priests of Tanaerith, the Argent Grace. Others find their own path—through art, through mercy, through unshakable resolve.

To play a Syl’Aeris is to walk the balance between spirit and world.
To play a Dral’Vyrn is to wrestle that balance back from the edge of shadow.

But let it be known:

Your soul is not beyond reach.
Aelindor remembers even the fallen.
And though its gates are shut, its stars still shine on you.