Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A female Eladrin Warlock with skin like twilight amber, eyes flickering like falling leaves, and hair that cascades in copper coils. Her robes are stitched from dreammoths and whisper with motion. Silver antlers sprout from her brow, cracked with faint glow, and her voice echoes like wind through bells.

Corvellin speaks like she’s halfway through a play no one else has seen. She’s theatrical, elusive, and sly, but not unkind—offering guidance through poetic metaphor or unnerving truths. She carries the sadness of exile behind a mask of riddles and grace.

Once a courtier of the Gloamglen Queen in the Feywild, Corvellin Vesh fell from favor after peering into a pool that showed her a version of the Fey Court that would be—twisted and burning, with her queen enthroned in silence. Accused of treachery for seeing what she shouldn’t have, she fled through the Wyrdwood and emerged into the Prime Material Plane under the eye of Winkspire Hollow. The tree accepted her, and the tower blinked for the first time in decades. Now bound to the Hollow by a pact of refuge and vision, Corvellin serves as its unofficial caretaker and interpreter. Since her arrival, Winkspire has shown her visions that even she cannot always understand—strange tides of time and fate, woven like riddles. Corvellin believes the Hollow is preparing for something... or someone. She stays to bear witness, watching travelers come and go with wary curiosity. To those who earn her trust, she offers cryptic insights or temporary sanctuary within the tower.