Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr

The world was not destroyed, but made anew upon the return of the dragongods. The mechanics of their return remains a mystery; somehow linked to the spilling of the Blood of Io. Following the harrowing events at Shadowcall, The mortal kings and queens that have ushered in the seventh epoch of the Raelfaen spread quickly throughout the world, building kingdoms, economies and empires in their ancestral lands. With the names of the Dragongods, these leaders, for now, represent a returning to the original magics of the world. Now, terramorphic stroms rage across unknown wildernesses and exotic cultures flourish in places so recently ravaged by cosmic forces born of passion, void, magic and heart.

As a Deva, Jael Blackfeather lived many lifetimes longer than the average person. We all had the pleasure of knowing him during his last life on this world. In the celebration of his spirit, I will share a story about him that I’ve never told anyone before. What you all don’t know is that Jael and I met nearly 20 years ago at the Red Tower. You all read in Strom’s journals that my father, Paolo, took Jael into the Underweb to torture him and the ordeal left my father dead. Well, when he escaped that wretched place and came back up to the surface, he found himself in the Red Tower, in my bedroom. Bedridden, I lay in deep recovery after my parents had wasted all my magical powers to bring together an army, essentially ripping my soul in pieces. The bloodlust of my family had left me barely conscious. That day, I woke to bright light shining in my eyes, sunlight reflecting from the symbol of the Raven Queen on Jael’s chest. I saw the sad eyes of a Deva before me, I’d never met one before, his skin color was unnerving, and there was blood spattered on his face. He whispered to me that my father had been killed and he was endlessly sorry for my loss. Then he added, I should not pity him for death is the natural way, we all will die someday. He had no idea how relieved I was to hear my father was dead and could no longer torture me as he had for so long, he genuinely felt sorry for me. Seconds later, he kissed me on the cheek, and ran out of the tower, guards chasing after. For years after that, he followed my story, asking all Tieflings he saw for news of me. He worried while I was in the Underdark, he cried for my orphaned heart when my mother died, he prayed to the Raven Queen for my safekeeping. So when years later we met again, our relationship was so easy, so natural as if we’d known each other for many lifetimes. I learned from him how to love without familial obligation. For that, I will be forever indebted to him. Unfortunately, it was our love, and his need to protect me that led to his eventual demise. His death could be something we grieve, but I know he is with the Raven Queen. He came to me in a dream before his soul left this plane and said he was to be with her forever. He’d finally broken the cycle of reincarnation every to which every Deva is subjected. He has moved onto a better place and level of existence. That being said, we could mourn our own loss, or we could celebrate his triumph over circumstances. So let’s raise a glass to our dear friend, and his final lifetime on this world!

Eulogy written by Emma for Teak. Below: The Jael Crystal

Although Berraign, the hero of the Blood of IO lost his mortal life at SwordCall, he was reborn as a vampire at the stroke of his bandmate, Heian.

The White Queen, Emperess of Eyrolia, was trapped in an arcane torpor that pulled her to her young vampire Heian. Her terrible nature was revealed and her fate was sealed by the knife of her bardic youngling.