Eryndor Vasilis

He had a vision about you, now utterly convinced that you are important, pivotal even, to the future of Velmorynth, destined to be his companion in restoring balance, a belief that borders on obsession.

Eryndor, The High Priest of the Church of the Extinct Ones, savior of souls, shepherd of the faithful, and quite possibly the most insufferable demi-human to ever stride through Velmorynth. Towering in both height and ego, Eryndor is a saola demi-human, which means he’s rocking some majestic antlers that would look fantastic as a centerpiece on someone’s banquet table. But let’s not say that to his face, because he’s got a talent for making you feel about two inches tall with a single disapproving look.

Eryndor’s job? Oh, just a small matter of being the voice of the gods—self-appointed, naturally. He presides over the Church of the Extinct Ones, which is a big deal in Velmorynth. The church worships long-extinct demi-human gods, their teachings conveniently interpreted by Eryndor himself. He’s not just a priest; he’s the priest. No one questions his authority—well, no one sane, anyway. His sermons are equal parts fire-and-brimstone theatrics and lofty, philosophical musings, leaving his flock in awe and slightly terrified. The kingdom sees him as a necessary figure—a beacon of faith, a moral compass, and, let’s face it, a bit of a political pawn for the royals when it suits them.

Personality-wise, Eryndor is the walking embodiment of conviction. He doesn’t just believe in his gods; he is their will incarnate—or so he’d have you think. He’s commanding, charismatic, and unshakably confident. Some might call it arrogance; he calls it divine certainty. But beneath all that poise is a man who carries the weight of his own impossible standards. He genuinely believes he’s doing the right thing—most of the time. That said, he’s not above using a bit of manipulation to get his way. After all, the gods work in mysterious ways, and so does Eryndor.

As for his relationships, Eryndor is respected and feared in equal measure. The royals—Idris especially—find him useful, though they keep him at arm’s length. The nobility respects his influence but whispers about his intensity behi