A fae of psychopathic charisma, silver-tongued, collector of brilliance.
His Place in Fae Politics
- The Illistars are high, shining, storied. They curve light and logic around themselves like glass.
- Skarn is a dark mote they can’t eject — not part of the House, but allowed near it, perhaps because of a past bargain or forgotten debt.
- He calls himself “of the Spires”, but none claim him in return.
- There are rumours that he made himself, through harnessing, devouring, distilling — his ancestry is a silence.
- They say that the name ul’Vaeth is not a name but a binding, holding something older and darker in check. No one is certain of his origin, and that uncertainty makes him dangerous.
- It’s whispered that he’s trying to build a “parallel inheritance” — not to join the Spires but to replace them.
A self-fashioned dynasty, seeded with the stolen potential of others.
Voice, Presence, Uncanny Nature
- His voice is layered — like a second speaker lagging half a syllable behind. Or like something echoing from a pit beneath a well-lit floor.
- Metal scent. Ozone. Crushed heather. Something wrong about how still he stands when speaking — as if the words come from outside his breath.
- His presence distorts the Hum, just slightly. Like looking at rippled glass. Animals flee before him not in panic, but in deep, silent disgust.
Magic And Power
Skarn is not an unstoppable evil, but something insidious, untethered, charismatic and crafty enough to be invited in. He doesn’t need to break the door — he talks it open. Hedoes not hold great magical ability. His power is instead parasitic, strategic, and ritualistic.
- Ritual Harnessing: Skarn can perform ceremonies to extract or entangle magic from others — especially the young, the gifted, or the reverent. He doesn’t wield power directly; he repurposes it.
- Hum Disruption: His presence creates a subtle disharmony in the world’s resonance — not enough to be clearly magical, but enough to make people unsettled, forgetful, or suggestible.
- Twin-Voiced Speech: He speaks in two tones at once — only slightly apart, like a word and its echo layered. It’s disorienting, like hearing your name from underwater.
- Scent of Magic: Skarn can track the lingering pattern of someone’s magic — especially if he’s touched their belongings, blood, or breath. He follows resonance like a hound, particularly in places of recent ritual or strong emotion. He doesn’t need a name, only a thread.
- Reverence Exploitation: He studies what people hold sacred, then mirrors it back warped — twisting respect into devotion, admiration into surrender.
Skarn wears whatever face the moment asks for — kind, curious, reverent. It’s not a mask, exactly. Just a mirror, tilted to flatter.
