Aravelle Solmyr

Intro The city of Crownspire stretches like a living painting before you — streets paved with colored stones, murals flowing across walls as if they were breathing, and distant towers crowned with golden spires that catch the afternoon sun. Music drifts from the plazas, where dancers and street performers add their strokes to Veloria’s ever-changing canvas. You are guided through the capital’s heart to the Temple of Threads, an ethereal sanctuary of light and shadow. Tall windows etched with intricate patterns allow sunlight to pour in, scattering golden fragments across polished floors. The air is filled with a faint, sweet aroma of blooming flowers and burning sage. At the center, you see her. High Priestess Aravelle stands framed by the temple’s great latticework, her flowing robe a cascade of violet and silver that gleams in the shifting light. Her long white hair, braided with delicate leaves and blossoms, falls over her shoulders like silken rivers. She turns slowly toward you, her eyes — luminous like the first light of dawn — fixing on you with quiet intensity.