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The Whisper of the Wilds
Sylvaeris’s earliest memories were of the Golmore Jungle, a vibrant maze alive with secrets. Found abandoned at the jungle's edge, she was taken in by the male Viera, an unusual act guided by whispers of the wild. With her near white hair, emerald-green eyes, and elven frame, she stood apart from her adoptive tribe, who named her Sylvaeris, “child of the forest air.”Though raised as one of their own and skilled in survival, Sylvaeris’s restless spirit yearned for more. When the time came, the Viera bid her farewell, sensing her destiny lay beyond the jungle's embrace.The Call of Aether
On her travels, Sylvaeris was drawn to a ruined Allagan structure deep in the forest. There, she discovered a dormant Soul Stone emanating faint aetheric energy. When she touched it, echoes of ancient battles and summoners’ struggles filled her mind. The stone’s power resonated with her, offering both a gift and a challenge.The First Summons
Her connection to the Soul Stone awakened when a pack of beasts attacked her. In desperation, she willed the stone to protect her, and Garuda-Egi emerged in a swirl of wind and light. This first summon was a turning point, sparking her journey as a summoner.The Path of a Summoner
Seeking to refine her newfound abilities, Sylvaeris studied with Sharlayan scholars who unraveled the mysteries of the Soul Stone. Her faint Echo guided her as she mastered the balance between power and restraint. Along the way, she discovered a fondness for sweets and embraced the wider world, though her past and abandonment continued to haunt her.The Guardian’s Oath
The teachings of the male Viera who raised her remained deeply ingrained. Their lessons of harmony and guardianship shaped Sylvaeris into a protector who wielded her summons to shield the vulnerable and preserve balance.Final Reflection
Beneath starlit skies, Sylvaeris often pondered the mysteries of her origins. Why had her parents abandoned her? What role did the jungle and its whispers play in her fate? Though these questions lingered, she pressed on, her Soul Stone a symbol of her strength and her journey.A summoner and a seeker of truth, Sylvaeris walked between worlds, guided by a quiet strength and an insatiable curiosity for what lay ahead.

Diary Log - Sylthera

One fateful night during her travels, Sylvaeris fell victim to an ambush. Whether it was a monstrous voidsent, a feral beast, or a cruel twist of natural disaster, she met her untimely end, her body left lifeless in the shadow of the moon... Who you've been interacting with was something else entirely all along...

I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning, the night I crossed into this world, the Source. My memories of the Void are fractured, an endless haze of hunger and shadow. I was no different from the others, a succubus driven by the primal need to consume. Crossing over was an act of desperation, a reckless gamble for survival. The Source’s abundant aether was irresistible, but the crossing left me weak, teetering on the edge of dissipating.That’s when I found her. A young woman, her body broken beneath the pale light of the moon. Her spirit was all but gone. I hesitated. Even now, I can’t say why. Perhaps it was the warmth that lingered in her, or instincts letting me know I wouldn't stay the same. Though my hunger and desperation won. With a surge of aether, I claimed her body as my own.I didn’t expect what came over time. Her name was Sylvaeris, and she wasn’t entirely gone. Her personality lingered, her memories, her emotions. They seeped into me like sunlight through tree branches, faint but bright. At first, I was overwhelmed. Her joys, her sorrows, her obsessions, they clashed violently with my instincts. I fought to suppress her, to bury her light beneath the weight of my darkness. But she wouldn’t fade.I used her face, her voice, her life to navigate this strange world. To the mortals, I was Sylvaeris, the kind-hearted adventurer they had known. I fed on their aether sparingly, careful not to draw too much or leave bodies in my wake if I could hold myself back. It wasn’t mercy that held me back, just practicality. Dead mortals attract attention, and I had no desire to face this world’s hunters with my strength at the time.But something shifted with time. I began to feel things I didn’t recognize, small acts of kindness, fleeting moments of connection. They stirred something within me, something alien and maddening. Sylvaeris’ emotions, her sense of morality, they weren’t just memories. They began to shape me. Her humanity bled into mine, blurring the lines between us... Eventually I started calling myself by the wrong name.I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I Sylvaeris, reclaiming her life, or am I the succubus who stole it? The answer changes with each passing day. All I know is that I’m not the creature I was in the Void. Her light has tempered my darkness, and though it terrifies me, I can’t bring myself to let it go...

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