Glasfhlaith

Glasfhlaith (Mac Claonlaith Mic Dubhghaill Mic Mictíre Mic Giolla Ghlais) was a Wood-Elf Barbarian hired by Nelenet to explore the continent of Ahlus.

## Personality

Glas is an extremely haughty individual. Confident in his abilities, both of blood and of sword, Glasfhlaith is a devoted egotist that is convinced that he is an altruist. He cares deeply for his citizens, but purely because he sees them wholly as extensions of his own will. In his fairy-homeland, he was subservient to the will of his father, the Crooked-King, but due to his separation from his home, Glasfhlaith is now independent, claiming new kingly titles for himself.

He ultimately cares for the well-being of the world, as long as its well-being doesn't interfere with his own.

## Backstory

Glasfhlaith's father claimed the title of the King of the Forest, and himself was the son of a fey noble. Glasfhlaith's mother, on the other hand, was a mere mortal elf. He was raised away from his mother, however, and when she eventually met up with him again, she was old, for an elf. She was imperfect. Glasfhlaith was offended by her presence, and in a fit of rage, struck her in twain. All of the woodland subjects agreed that it was the only right thing to do, but it was also kinslaying, so Glasfhlaith had to repent. Kinslaying was the most vicious crime, and so it had the most brutal punishment. As such, Glasfhlaith was banished for a day on his favourite holiday. He followed a most-peculiar adventurer though the city and accidentally found himself on the way to Ahlus.

## Adventures in Ahlus

Glasfhlaith first scouted East of the Lotus Run with Andrul, Fonteyne, Siebern and some of Zareyl's lackeys. Detouring through a forest of mushrooms, the team battled against the undead hoards that still infest that grim place. Before returning to Whittengrove, the party encountered toll-collectors of the Queen Lysiphoia. All were slaughtered by the party, despite the protests of Glas and Skuld.

Glasfhlaith then made a grand amount of money in the fighting pits, but was eventually cornered in his own home by a genasi-monk, who demanded a fight for two-hundred gold. Glas obliged but was defeated, forfeiting the gold reluctantly.

In his second expedition out, Glasfhlaith went to the jungle where the party slew three predatory dinosaurs before venturing forth into a cave populated by firenewts. When the battle turned, a near-death Glas ran back to the entrance of the cave, but realised that he could continue to aid the party if he found another route to where the enemies were. Turning back, he ran into the unexplored depths of the cave. His selflessness costed him, however, as a piercer dropped from the cavern, nearly killing him. After being healed by Zareyl, he saved her life from a large oozing beast before the party fled the mine.

He did not, however, consider the debt repaid. When they returned to town, Glasfhlaith demanded compensation for his deeds in the form of one of the firenewts that were captured in the cave. Zareyl obliged, and Glas quickly got to work in breaking the mind of the newt so that it would be subservient to his will. Away from its natural habitat, however, the newt entered a comatose state.

This was the beginning of an era.

Glas formed his new club - the Fairy Club - and began recruiting. Two Fir Bolg, Syldan and Bieren, as well as one elf - Rolsanna - joined the club, and thus were now citizens of the Woodland Realm.

Glasfhlaith was involved in the invasion of Mosshill, slaying various servants of the Queen before freeing one of their captives - a fey foal known as Casellian. The foal was quickly recruited to the ever-growing legion of fey followers under Glasfhlaith's dominion, acting now as his trusty steed.

***"But all good things must come to an end, my loyal children. After generously bequeathing my magical clothing to the woman Lysiphoia, my loyal servant Agruc Shred helped me leave this mortal plane. In fiery glory, I rose! I ASCENDED! Where once I was mortal - naïve - I now can see you all from my abode in the Feywild. I am always watching. I have not abandoned you. Be good, children, and good night."***

## The Sylvan Commentaries

Bound in leather are a collections of writings in the hand of Polaf the Forest Gnome. They are feverishly titled 'the Sylvan Commentaries' and are, despite their relatively young age, written in fragments and small pieces that roughly fit together. They appear to be the dictated words of Prince Glasfhlaith.

"**G**reetings, newblood. These words I speak unto you for no reason other than this: you have not reached your true potential. You are a sapling in a pot so small that it hinders your growth. I will help you. My commands shall smash that pot. Your seed shall be planted in my demesne, the Woodland Realm. You shall grow. You shall change with the seasons. I will help you.

**L**o and behold, my arboreal visage. This incarnation of nature was sent by no God, for all Gods are little more than toy-soldiers and foolish dolls to the grand will of nature. That will is what sent me. That will is what guides me. I am that word. TÁ ARDRÉIM ORM!

**A**ll I ask of you, friends, is your cooperation as I guide you to a better life. All devotion will be rewarded. All love will be returned tenfold. The Woodland Realm has places for you, better than all others can offer. The fey of old shaped palaces of living wood in their lands. The Green Prince has seen them. For nigh a century of his life, they have shaded him from the beating sun, from the lashing rain, from the cutting cold. You shall see them too.

**S**ince the early days, our kind has felt the wroth of the other races. Orcs and goblins hunt us by night, and we are mistreated by dwarves and men by day. Those kinds are oppidan by fate. They are inferior. In my demesne, we remain unmolested by the wills of wily wizards, the mar of marauding men and the ruin of rugged rapscallions.

**F**ools would you be to tolerate this mistreatment. But fools you are not. No longer. I have come. You have been saved. But we are not cruel and so we mustn't leave our kindred to rot in what Man calls 'civilisation'. Bring your friends and bring your family. They must prostrate themselves before me and accept the divine rule of nature! They must be free!

**H**aughty are those who deny my rule. Who deny our place in this world. Their pride must be punished, for it is unfounded. Those who will not join me are beyond my help. But those who would take active strides against us are less than helpful. We must return them to the soil so they can finally be of use to the world.

**L**ast will be first and first will be last come the end-days of so-called civilisation and foolishness. You will inherit the new world.

**A**pproach the Will-of-the-Wilds with reverence and respect. Bring forth the silver-branch and the keys to the four divisions. The jewel of the wastes is fool-stuff, and I shall not tolerate its presence. Destroy it.

**I** shall exalt you in the new world, as you are in my demesne in the now-times. From the Never-Realms to the Earthbones, and on this Earth from the Sovereignty to the Legion, ye shall be seen as noble. In the eyes of Gods, you shall be reviled. In the eyes of Man, you shall be despised. In the eyes of all, you shall be feared. In the eyes of me, you shall be loved.

**T**O WHOM DO YOU OWE YOUR ALLEGIANCE? THE ONE. THE ONE. THE ONE. NONE. THE ONE.

**H**ABAL is the word of this age. He who knows it shall be free of the constraints of the now-times and the end-times.

**E**ven now I can hear the call of the Wilds. With a cruel sword, it gored the silence. It came to me in the darkness of the dream realm and pierced my dreams. On the first night of the torment, I could see the dancing lights of colour-given-form. On the second, my wrath commanded the Weave.

**T**ime wages war against the mindful. He who commands it shares its madness. Defy it and bear witness to the true state of the world.

**E**ndless is the struggle from mankind. With the sword of the evergreen, cleave yourself from the world. Make-way-like-he-did and sidestep into the far country.

**R**evolution is the only means to victory. Strike hard and true, my brothers and sisters, when the time comes. Reach Heaven through violence. Ascend, if you will, for that our duty.

**N**ever heed the words of any man but I. Even when I perish, I shall reign supreme. Some mortals are so weak that they are pulled to this place or that place when they die. When I am destroyed, my soul shall return home! I shall be at peace! I will be able to help our cause even better than in this temporal form.

**A**ll must bow before me - even those who we shall banish from our grand demesne. This citybound fools must beg for our forgiveness, and perhaps they will not be extinguished.

**L**astly, I give this command unto thee. If faced with a choice between death and disgrace, choose wisely. The dishonourable have no home in the Archtrees of old...

Did you get all that, Laserian?"