Oriella

In the annals of the clan's history, Oriella stands as a mysterious enigma, the ancient deity of the future, space, and the impenetrable abyss of the unknown. His presence, initially met with skepticism and disregard, held secrets that only his progeny, the Obelisks, could decipher.

It was through the remarkable insight of Aether, a female Obelisk, that Oriella's cryptic warnings of impending cataclysm found resonance within the clan. Dubbed the "Old God" by some and revered as a sage by others, Oriella's teachings transcended language, as he imparted his wisdom through a dialect now known as Bewithchment. In his silent, timeless gaze lies the roadmap to the unfathomable realms that await, guiding the clan toward a future shaped by the unseen currents of destiny.

At times, his presence may evoke a sense of disorientation, as if traversing the labyrinthine corridors of the cosmos. Yet, amidst the celestial chaos, there lies a guiding light, emanating from Oriella's desire to impart knowledge and safeguard the clan's future. His eccentricities, once perceived as eccentric murmurs, now serve as beacons illuminating the path toward enlightenment.

In the annals of time, Tahel and Oriella share a bond that transcends the mortal coil, intertwining their fates in the intricate tapestry of existence. Once, in the eons long past, they roamed the boundless expanse of the world together, Tahel's rugged strength complementing Oriella's enigmatic wisdom. As mates, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the unknown, grappling with the burdens of foresight and decay that weighed heavily upon their souls.

Despite the inevitability of their eventual parting, Tahel and Oriella clung to each other fiercely, finding solace in the fleeting moments of joy they shared amidst the darkness. For in the embrace of their love, they found a respite from the burdens that weighed upon their souls, a fleeting glimpse of the peace they sought in the depths of the unknown. And though their paths may diverge in the endless expanse of time, the echoes of their love would linger on, woven into the very fabric of existence itself.