Tendril (The last vestige of power)
“Between seed and sky, I search for meaning.”
Tendril – The Last Gift
The final act of the Vinelord and Lady of the Lake brought forth a new being of power into Chalameria. From their union, the earth itself stirred, and Tendril was born—a child of wylde magic, woven from the living soil and deep roots of creation.
Unlike the elder Beings of Power, Tendril is fresh-faced and untested—a childlike spirit seeking their place in a world now shaped by mortals. Curious and eager to learn, they embody both the wonder and uncertainty of new life. Yet beneath that innocence lies a raw, primal strength—the last vestige of the Beings of Power.
Though young, Tendril carries the lingering memory of creation itself. Their presence reminds mortals that even as the old powers slumber, the roots of magic remain alive beneath the soil. To dismiss Tendril as harmless would be folly, for within their fragile form dwells the untamed potential of earth and star alike.
The Balance Unsettled
How Tendril’s presence will alter the natural order remains uncertain. Some fear her Butterfly Tokens could spawn new hierarchies, destabilizing mortal society. Others believe her gifts are seeds of renewal, a chance for Chalameria to flourish once more. What is clear is that Tendril does not act by mortal notions of fairness. Her will is her own, and her gifts may uplift or undo in equal measure.
In this Age of Man, Tendril is both blessing and omen: a child of power whose play may shape the destiny of Chalameria.
The Economy of Favors
Tendril delights in exchange, never commanding outright but weaving her will through playful bargains. She offers Butterfly Tokens—ethereal motes of magic that shimmer with golden-green wings—as rewards for deeds that amuse, please, or intrigue her. To some, these tokens are blessings; to others, unsettling reminders that the last Being of Power still watches.
Her tokens are never granted evenly or by reason. A kindness to a stranger, a tale told with passion, or a bold act of defiance may all spark her favor. Just as easily, an insult ignored, a duty shirked, or a moment of disrespect may yield nothing—or invite consequences yet unseen.
Yet Tendril’s gifts are never without cost. Power freely given is power that reshapes. Those who take her tokens must wonder what debts they owe, and when she might collect. For though she seems childlike and curious, she is no harmless spirit. She is the last voice of the Beings of Power, and her laughter carries the weight of the earth itself.
Tendril’s Gifts
As the last of her kind, Tendril shares fragments of her primal essence through whimsical bargains. She may demand the return of her Butterfly Tokens—shimmering motes of capricious favor—in exchange for blessings drawn from creation’s roots. To mortals, she grants ritual scrolls of living magic or potions that heal any ailment, even wounds beyond salvation. To beasts, she may weave wylde essence into their forms, leaving them forever changed—wondrous, dangerous, or both.
Her favors are never uniform or predictable. Each token carries both promise and risk, for what Tendril gives defies mortal understanding. Known blessings include:
Blessings of the Flesh – Resilience, sharpened senses, or primal bursts of energy.
Purification of Items – Flaws, curses, or corruptions stripped away.
Potions of Renewal – Draughts that cure sickness, mend injuries, even restore life.
Restoration of Memory – Lost fragments of self or history recalled.
Ritual Scrolls – Rare workings of magic bound with her essence.
Unlocking the Stagnant – Barriers broken, curses unraveled, afflictions undone.
Each blessing is a seed of transformation, for nothing touched by Tendril remains unchanged. What is given in whimsy may alter fate, and those who barter her tokens must wonder what unseen roots they have bound themselves to.