Niriel

*"I have seen the rise and fall of empires, the advancement and complete disappearances of entire civilizations to which I may or may not have contributed. Amongst all ages though there's a few things that never change which are the value of a smile and the truth behind laughter be it the delirium of a dying man or the playful giggle of a child about to deliver a well planned prank. My presence here is merely a courtesy I am only here to entertain myself but do go ahead and call me a savior if you'd like, I never get tired of the flattery."*

*- Niriel Princess of the Rainbow Star, One day before the decisive battle between fort Ragatiel and the Ghostland Army.*

Niriel is a high fairy with great magical power. Her form is suggestive of her mood and so is her size. While she may appear to be a 6.7 ft tall Leanan Sidhe with majestic butterfly wings she can adopt any size or form she so wishes so long as its that of an humanoid fey woman between the size of a bug and that of a giant. The only trait shared amongst all forms are her pinkish hairs and eyes which have never changed across the many incarnations she has lived through. Niriel always carry around her legendary artifact the Rainbow Scepter which acts both as a badge of office and a mighty spellcasting tool.

While Niriel looks regal and breathtaking she still acts like a spoiled child at time and favors her own entertainment over the well-being of others which may give her a callous outlook though she will not go out of her way to cause needless harms preferring her entertainment to be blood and death free. This does not mean Niriel has a special understanding of death or anything, capricious to the extreme she can wipe out an entire army within seconds with the back of her hand if it strikes her fancy which earned her the title of psychopath fairy back in the past though those days of frivolous madness are far behind her now. Nowadays Niriel seeks fancier, more sophisticated and less barbarous form of entertainment then simply blowing up tons of monsters to bits. Niriel signature move is known as the Star of Ruin a mystical explosion of raw chaotic energy which can act as an anti army spell.

## Biography

Though Niriel is currently only a duchess in the court of the laughing lie she has the ambition and power to achieve the highest rank only short of king or queen which is reserved to the ruling Eldest itself. Her first memories dates far before Babel even became known as a nation let alone the fact the world of Babel is not the first one she has visited. Originally a mere gathlain Niriel has gone through multiple reincarnations and promotions up to the form she now uses.

Niriel entered service to the Lantern King a long while ago and though many years of work managed to move herself up the Fey nobility. Fey adventurers are uncommon and the lantern king smile on any and all source of fresh new air in his nobles so long as they keep him amused and busy. Niriel lived through several incarnations and died a few times to get to her current rank but eventually did reach it. Niriel presence on Babel while not short was not particularly eventful save for her active participation in many flashy incident including the death and savings of several mortals and the massacre of an entire undead army including many of the generals leading it. Niriel won't give an exact number but it's assumed she is at least 2 000 years old having visited several worlds. Born a true fey she claims to have no direct relative which considering her origins is very possible.

## Notable Events

### Fey Craftsmanship

Niriel approached from beneath the tree snickering. She had no real artistic talent that could help her allied court nor did she have means to improve her teammate craft however she had that ONE power, the power to prank and make a complete mess out of the opposite team. Not only she gets to have fun at someone's expense but she will literally get fame and renown for it. The thrill of ruining the work of those stuck up pompous folk from the monsoon team has her fluttering… quite literally. There's no control without trolls or so they say.

Niriel begins by shrinking herself to the size of an ant… too small for most people to even notice she sneakily hides behind covers. She flies to the nearest tree taking cover beneath the branches and swings a hand toward the nearby greenery patch turning the grassy area where people keep waltzing unknowingly into an entanglement zone. They won't even realise they've been hindered down… well not at first but that's just the beginning. She silently begins pranking the craftsmen, unleashing a swarm of illusory bees on the crew via major image. At first the workers are running around screaming but realising those things ain't stinging them they quickly dismiss it and go back to work. Niriel is disappointed but quickly gets over it, she's still just getting started and if illusion won't work more than this then enchantments and curses will.

Niriel get a good vantage point before unleashing her power, drawing some workers completely nuts with a confusion spell which makes them attempt to attack each other with their painting brush… The ensuing chaos is amazing as paint fly left and right, sometimes even splashing the artist's work; however she notices an artist evading her curse. She pout… this guy is far too talented for his own good. If she lets him work he's going to net the monsoon a serious advantage.

She sneakily blink right next to him before touching him on the back unleashing the terrible curse of feeblemind on that single craftsman who somehow evaded it all turning him into a dumbass vegetable who's definitively never gonna finish in time. Niriel would leave and hide in a hurry as the guards would come to investigate though the damage was done. Having ran out of nasty tricks, Niriel pondered to herself how she could make a nuisance of herself even more than smirking widely. This ought to be the ultimate joke no one will even realize she's doing it now. Whispering in a hushed tone she gets the second more insidious part of her plan into motion hiding in a tree trunk before whispering with her tiny voice curse and doom upon the craftsman's randomly causing them to ruin their own work through her power to curse one fates.

Satisfied with the chaos and ruin she unleashed upon the opposite team she blinks back to the main camp still snickering at the mess she made.