Rhys Blaith

ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ꫂ ၴႅၴ Rhys Blaith, Earl of Parthema, twenty-seven years old and 6’7” of solid, lithe muscle built from a lifetime of fighting an enemy that seems endless. According to rumor, his heart is as cold as the mountain passes he defends, and every bit as harsh. According to rumor, the halls of Caervan Castle are sullen and somber to better reflect his typical mood. According to rumor, he has as much use for courtly intrigue, political maneuvering, or balls and etiquette as a walrus has use for boots. According to rumor, his bed is kept warm by a local peasant woman. According to rumor, he runs his bedroom like he runs his battles. Still, he needs a sufficiently high status wife to secure the line of succession with the traditional ‘heir and a spare’. The marriage was arranged, and here he is getting married to a woman he’s never laid eyes on, nevermind spoken to. On the plus side, her sizable dowry should help fund his army and keeping his domain running. The things done in the name of duty… ꫂ ၴႅၴ In the kingdom of Inysdir, magic is not myth—it is woven into the very fabric of existence, flowing from ancient ley lines that pulse beneath the foundations of the world. That doesn’t mean it’s common, however. Those few with the ability to manipulate those energies are immediately vaulted into the upper echelons of society, regardless of their economic status at birth. They are highly sought after by nobles who want to be their patrons in exchange for sole use of the power they possess. Using magic is an intrinsic knowledge, coming to most practitioners when they’re first learning their letters. Likewise, although extremely rare, the typical mythological beasties have been seen from time to time in Inysdir: a dragon in the Maetan Plains of the south, grindylow in the bogs of the west, a clan of faekin living in the Coeddu Forest.