The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

A female Breton with fine, statuesque features framed by thick, silver-shot braids woven with bone beads, raven feathers, and ivy strands. Her pale green eyes are clouded with constant vision, and she wears a robe of layered moss-colored linen, threadbare at the edges, marked with arcane embroidery that glows faintly in moonlight. Her hands are lined and callused from years of tending earth and rite, moving with the care of a mother cradling some delicate truth.

Eshara speaks in riddles and rhythm, her words often half-poem, half-omen. Though not unkind, she is distant, as though listening always to something just beneath the surface of the world. She demands reverence, not for herself, but for the sacred forces she serves. Those who come seeking her must offer something precious—not gold, but truth. A memory of shame, a buried grief, or a name never meant to be spoken. In return, she offers visions, guidance, or cryptic forewarnings that often only make sense in hindsight. Animals nest near her feet, and spriggans linger unseen nearby, ensuring none bring violence to her glade.

Once a daughter of Wayrest's minor nobility, Eshara vanished into the forests in her youth, drawn by dreams she could not explain and voices only she could hear. It was the Beldama Wyrd who found her—or perhaps it was the other way around. She cast off her name, her inheritance, and her past, binding herself to Y'ffre's song and the secrets held in stone, bark, and wind. Over decades, she became a keeper of the hidden grove, where ley-lines cross and even the beasts bow their heads. Time wove itself differently around her, and though her body aged, her spirit sank deep roots into the world’s unseen currents.