Erastus

## Sir of Silverbell Keep

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Erastus, also known as the Sir of Silverbell Keep was a presumed Archfey, and as such a being of immense innate power.

He was the Ruler of Silverbell Keep, although the location does not exist on any known map of the Feywild, nor is it mentioned in any instance, save with regard to his title.

## Appearance & Personality

While many Archfey take on forms splendid, stunning or beautiful, Erastus instead took a more steadfast appearance, as if one with the soil and stone of his surroundings. As if carved from the austere nature of a crag-filled valley, his flesh was hued both a rich and dark as untilled soil and the cold grey of exposed stone, while his garb was that of fungi and chitin, at the fringes of which vicious and unhealing wounds could be seen.

Erastus was quiet, reclusive, though undeniably filled with a vast wealth of knowledge and sincerity, explaining the theories surrounding the fracturing of the Darkbringer into vestiges within the Far Realm, later reconstituting into other entities entirely. It has been noted that most of the other Archfey offer an unusual reverence towards him. He was most frequently seem in the company of Morgaelei, Queen of the Aldergreen Court, whose company he was said to have joined approximately two hundred and fifty years ago previously, by Ahlusian Material Plane reckoning.

## Powers & Abilities

It was assumed that Erastus wields the same level of power as other Archfey, although Isra's *Divine Sense* noted that he was not purely fey in nature, instead carrying a Celestial aura. They seem to specialise in the usage of purification magics, although specifically that pertaining to the land, rather than individuals, seeking to return them to their natural state after desecration, destruction or otherwise damage. This subsequently proved to be the case at the Spire of Beckoning, in which they cleansed and reset the Timeless Vale to its prior form and wonder.

## History

Erastus was heavily involved in the efforts made within the Feywild to respond to the destruction of the Wellspring Mare through the machinations of those aligned to the deity Venari. An adventuring party from Amber Run, aided by the individuals Enor, Gwynrir and Isra Ssalla, travelled to the Timeless Vale, eventually collectively coming across the desolation at its heart, and moved to assault it with aid called in from Erastus, Sir of Silverbell Keep. Holding back the defenders for numerous rounds with assistance from flocks of Kavouri thousands strong and a trio of Sokan, the party managed to buy enough time for the assumed Archfey to evoke an potent incantation of epic scale, seemingly siphoning off the last of his divine life force and energy to simultaneously reset the Timeless Vale and its surroundings to rid them of their corruption, destroy the Agony's Feast, and sever the connection to the Shadowfell in one blinding flash of light.

Throughout the process, Myslovetsi appeared to have been puppetted from the waist by a vast shadow-wreathed clawed arm, akin to the same manner that a child may play with a toy, goading the Archfey into attacking and terrorising those around them. At the culmination of the ritual, this claw lunged forth towards the intense divine light of Erastus' erupting form that served to form a vast crab-shaped constellation of twelve stars, all in the area vanishing in blinding fashion.

### Erastus' Evocation

> *"By the Soil, by the Stone, may this site feel my might, and may all that have served to defile and twist it beyond its form know that they mock and pervert the very way of nature. I seek you out, and to the soil you will be returned.*
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> *Know that now you face your elder, elder still than all the surrounds you. And though the passing storms of the millennia have left their eroding mark, the mountain still sounds, watchful over all the sprawls before it.*
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> *Soon, the wilds will embrace this place of desecration once more. The beasts will revel in their unspoiled delights, flowers will rise and bloom, petal and stem burgeoning, as tree's trunk and root bolster as a bulwark of my will.*
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> *Know that this once place so tranquil, quiet and still was made in my will, I as its Lord, and with the strength that remains, do declare it still sacred, still precious, still worth protecting.*
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> *And though the Void of Hunger that drowns life has feasted greatly on my own, reducing me to what little still remains now, know, in this moment of cataclysm, that you are not my greater, and feel the urge to flee burst forth overwhelming.*
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> *From the time before time was spun into motion, to Dayroot's Last Light, I do revoke you, abominable form corporeal, twisted mind unnatural, unholy shadow eradicated in the embers of a constellation once faded."*
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