🌳 Vaelith, The Prismwood Oracle

The Prismveil Gnomes have gathered for their first portrait sitting, and today belongs to Vaelith, the Prismwood Oracle, whose calm voice carries the weight of every story worth remembering.

By lantern light, she traces her fingers over the spine of an old brass-bound ledger, its pages etched with names and notes from gnomes long gone. Shelves of gears, scrolls, and faded sketches surround her, and when the light catches the lens on her hat just right, it glows like a captured memory.

Vaelith is the historian of the Prismveil, guardian of knowledge and consequence. She keeps their records, tends their libraries, and remembers what time has tried to erase. Her recall is flawless, but it is her restraint that defines her. She does not keep wisdom for herself. She carries it so others can learn from what once was.

And when the lamps burn low and the forest grows quiet, her voice softens. She tells the old tales then, of bridges built and broken, of courage tested, of dragons that vanished and the gnomes who endured. Her stories are not meant to comfort or to warn, but to remind. Every choice leaves a mark, and memory is the map that keeps them from walking in circles.

For Vaelith, remembering is not a burden. It is how she loves the world enough to keep it from forgetting itself.