Mirror Vault of Elethis

Mirror Vault of Elethis — Where reflection lies and prophecy fractures.
Beneath the cliffside shrine of Elethis, god of unseen truths, sprawls a labyrinth of mirrored halls — a silver catacomb carved into the bones of the Whispering Coast. The Mirror Vault glimmers with a cold light of its own, its walls so polished they seem liquid, their surfaces shifting like water stirred by unseen breath. Here, visions of the future glint in fragments, never complete, and prophecy is a mosaic too vast for any single mind to behold.

Lore & History

The Vault was created in the Age of Masks, when the seer-architect Vhailene of Telyria sought to trap prophecy itself. Guided by dreams said to come from Mnemosyne and Hecate, she shaped a network of corridors beneath the shrine of Elethis, lining them with polished silver panels forged from the tears of oracles. The god blessed her work — not with clarity, but with division. From that day, no one could see the whole truth again. Each mirror revealed only one shard of what might be, forcing mortals to share, deceive, or destroy to complete the vision.

In its earliest years, the Vault was a place of pilgrimage. Nobles, scholars, and prophets descended by candlelight, seeking glimpses of what tomorrow held. But the mirrors grew hungry. They began showing reflections that were not the seekers’, whispering secrets of fates that never came to pass. Some pilgrims vanished, drawn into the mirrored depths, leaving only the echo of their voices. Others returned blind, claiming to have seen too much — not one future, but every possible one collapsing into silence.

When Telyria rose to prominence, the Guild of Mirrormancers claimed the Vault as their sacred font. They sealed many of its lower passages, fearing the reflections were breeding new images of their own accord. Those who study its light say the Vault has consciousness — that the mirrors remember every gaze, weaving together the eyes of all who have looked upon them into a single, dreaming observer.

Legends speak of The Faceted Oracle, a disembodied intelligence born from the Vault’s accumulated prophecy. Its voice speaks through whichever mirror the seeker least expects — soft, patient, never wrong. Each answer it gives comes in pieces, scattered through corridors like shards of a broken star. To assemble them all would reveal the future entire — and destroy the mind that dares to understand it.

The priests of Elethis say the mirrors are truthful, but never honest. Each shows what will happen only if the viewer believes what they see. Thus, the Vault is both divine gift and curse — a place where knowing the future ensures its corruption. The god himself has not spoken since the Vault’s completion, as though silenced by the endless echo of his own reflection.

During the War of Chains, the Mirror Vault was sealed after a prophet known as the Glass Queen used its fractured foresight to shatter an army’s loyalty overnight. Her reflection still walks the corridors, visible only when a torch flickers. Pilgrims who meet her see their own faces smiling behind her eyes before vanishing forever.

Today, the Vault remains half-buried beneath the shrine, its known passages mapped only in part by the Order of Silver Light — monks who polish the mirrors not to divine futures, but to erase them. They claim that too many prophecies weaken the fabric of truth, and that the Vault now dreams of reality as something malleable, unfinished. Still, wanderers slip inside by night, drawn by the glimmer of their own uncertainty. Those who return often speak differently — their eyes slightly luminous, their words hesitant, as if rehearsed by someone else.

Identity & Legacy

Symbol: A fractured mirror reflecting a single eye across many shards.
Connection: Sacred site of Elethis, Hecate, and Mnemosyne; original sanctum of Telyria’s Mirrormancers.
In short: A catacomb of silver and silence — where prophecy lives divided, and every reflection dreams of becoming whole.