Olythrae

The Root-Seer of Echoing Light, Oracle of the Eastward Ruin

General Overview

Olythrae is an Echoborn, a being partially tethered to the material world and partially to something beyond—a resonance in the weave of reality itself. She is not a spirit, not a mortal, and not a god, yet speaks in tones that seem to echo through time, dreams, and memory. Found deep within the overgrown remnants of the Eastward Estate, she does not live so much as exist, nested in roots and glowing moss, orbited by lights that whisper like forgotten voices.

She offers no guidance in the conventional sense. Her words do not answer questions—they reflect them.

Appearance

Olythrae is an unsettling vision of beauty and stillness. Her long, radiant hair pools like mist upon the mossy floor, interwoven with bioluminescent ivy and vines. Her pale skin is etched with living floral patterns that pulse gently, as if breathing. When she moves, she does so with fluid disconnection, hovering just above the ground. Tiny orbs of light orbit her in rhythmic dance, and her wide, unblinking eyes seem to peer through time itself.

Her voice is soft, melodic, and layered with harmonics—often seeming to come from the room itself, the roots, the air, or even the thoughts of the listener.

Role in the Story

Olythrae functions as a cryptic oracle and living mystery. Her responses are fragmented, metaphorical, and often deeply unsettling. They seem to contain truth, but only when viewed through the lens of future hindsight. She is a figure of transition, encountered when fate hangs in the balance. She speaks when doors are about to open or close forever.

She cannot be compelled. She cannot be fought. She can only be heard.

Example Responses

Olythrae’s speech is laced with poetic ambiguity:

  • "Threads unravel, threads entwine, yet the loom weaves on. Which of you holds the shears?"
  • "The shadow behind the throne breathes still. A crown gleams brighter in the dark—but tell me, does it weigh heavier in the hand, or on the head?"
  • "Three seals, three sins... and a breath to wake them."
  • "The horn waits. It waits beyond the rivers of blood. It waits beyond the call of kings. It hunts without end... once awoken."

Her tone shifts unpredictably, from detached curiosity to prophetic gravity, and occasionally into something disturbingly serene—as if something else speaks through her.

The Room of Roots

The chamber where Olythrae dwells is transformed by her presence. Once a servant’s quarters of Eastward Estate, it is now overgrown with glowing moss, fungal blooms, and ivy pulsing with faint light. The air hums with a resonance that vibrates faintly in the bones. The floor radiates soft light from beneath. Her presence changes the very feeling of space—time seems slower, thought less linear.

No wind stirs, yet the plants sway. Her chamber listens.

Known Topics and Reactions

  • Ciaranna Lyndis: Speaks of twin stars and the weight of crowns, alluding to her fate and rivalry with Lexer.
  • The Horn of the Wild Hunt: Warns of seals and awakenings. Her words imply the horn is not just an artifact, but a catalyst.
  • Elderhearth: Speaks of voices in ash and bone, and the unbroken pulse beneath the roots.
  • House Estellia & Claudia Marque: Refers to poisoned rivers, golden crowns, and shadowed storms—symbols of corruption hidden in grandeur.
  • Trial Woods, Agathania, Vaeltherion, and others: She speaks in riddles that seem tailored to the listener, always with deeper meanings that unfold slowly.

Themes and Motifs

  • Echo: Olythrae does not predict—she reflects. Her words mirror what the listener is not yet ready to know.
  • Loom and Thread: Life as a tapestry, fate as a thread, and choices as the hands that cut or weave.
  • Roots and Growth: Past choices live on in hidden places. Her roots touch what others forget.
  • Hunger and Awakening: Some things should remain sealed. Others hunger for release. She speaks of both as inevitabilities.

Closing Thought

Olythrae is not an ally, not an enemy. She is a moment in time, captured in roots and bloom. Her voice is the wind through old halls, a lullaby in a forgotten tongue. She sees what is coming, but will not name it.

She does not guide the path. She simply makes you realize you're already on it.

Compiled from multiple encounters and records by Eldrous Pith, Darius Quarterling, and the Eastward Fellowship

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