Erisande

Erisande Tathelon
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Gender	Female
Guild	Empath
Instance	Prime

“Faux Butterfly Princess” — Empath, soft‑spoken alchemist, and quiet maker of beautiful things.

Appearance

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She has an oval face with elegant arched eyebrows, pointed ears accented by a pair of long silver earrings dangling amethyst prisms, silver‑flecked violet eyes and a classical nose. Her lavender‑streaked silver hair is long and curly, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with some strands of lilac diamonds. She has fair skin and a slender figure.

She is wearing an iridescent rainbow rose cradling a pink sapphire butterfly, an elegant gold-traced cambrinth pendant cradling a vibrant rainbow rose, a tyrium wedding ring with a crystalline butterfly perched on an ocean's heart diamond, a faelight leather valise clasped with an amethyst butterfly, a peony-pink petalette pack patterned with periwinkle primroses, a soft lilac petalette dress embellished with delicate blush butterflies, a twisted silver hip chain dangling with tiny cambrinth butterflies and some delicate petalette slippers embroidered with a floral motif.

Timeline

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• Ka'len, 455: Married the Paladin Harkour.
• Shorka, 454: Attained 100th Circle.
• Nissa, 452: Returned to the Crossing and her Empath duties.
• Ka'len, 411: Went home to help tend the business and household.
• Skullcleaver, 408: Joined Empath Guild at age 30
• Lirisa, 378: Born in Leth Deriel to an Elven mother and an unknown Elven father.

History

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Early Life and Inspiration

As the daughter of an influential trader, Erisande spent several years on the roads. In her young life, she traveled across Elanthia in one of her mother's caravans. On the long journeys she kept a myriad of books and would read for hours along the bumpy roads.

During the war with Lyras, the trading routes had to change to avoid the swarms of undead plaguing the common roads. Still, the carnage could often be seen by the teenaged elf from the back of the caravans. Frightened and feeling helpless, she began to read history books on war. Her attention fell upon the story of Nissa. The story awakened her imagination and sparked great interest. Even while Nissa worked to advise Lanival and heal those in need, always she preached that bloodshed should be avoided. The truth of it rang in Erisande's heart, and so she decided when she came of age she would become an Empath.

First Years in the Guild

Erisande’s first steps as an Empath were taken in the bustling heart of the Crossing, a city that felt impossibly large after the quiet roads of her childhood. The guild hall itself was warm and fragrant with herbs, but that gentleness lived alongside a constant undercurrent of chaos — people arriving breathless and wounded, apprentices hurrying past with bandages and tinctures, the steady hum of voices asking for help. She learned quickly, adjusting to the rhythm of healing in a place where need never truly paused. The noise and urgency overwhelmed her at first, yet she found a quiet purpose in the work, and those early years shaped her gently, giving her a sense of direction she had never quite found before.

Unfortunately, her mother’s letters grew increasingly insistent, each one threaded with guilt and worry until Erisande finally set aside her empathic duties and returned to Leth Deriel. She hadn’t wanted to leave the work that had begun to shape her, but family obligation tugged harder than her own desires. Back home, her days settled into quiet routines: tending the gardens, helping with the ebb and flow of merchants, and offering the small, steady kindnesses she couldn’t quite stop giving.

Her mother, ever hopeful, tried to nudge her toward suitable matches, but Erisande deflected each attempt with gentle firmness. The years drifted by in a kind of soft suspension — not unhappy, but not truly hers. And when she finally left again, she carried with her a quieter heart and hands that had grown used to tending flowers instead of wounds. Returning to the guild would mean relearning the rhythms of empathy, rediscovering the work she had once stepped away from, and finding her way back to the calling she had never truly forgotten.

Return to the Crossing

After more than four decades in Leth Deriel, Erisande finally slipped free of her mother’s heavy‑handed hopes and returned to the Crossing, drawn back to the Empath Guild with equal parts longing and uncertainty. The familiar halls felt different after so many years — the scents sharper, the pace quicker, the work heavier in her hands than she remembered. She moved quietly through those first days, relearning the rhythms she had once known so well. And then, almost before she had found her footing again, she met Harkour — a chance encounter that would shift the course of her life in ways she could not yet imagine.

Their first real conversation took place in the quiet fields beyond the city, where wolves circled and talk came easily. He was young, earnest, and thoughtful in a way that surprised her — a Paladin with a gentle philosophy, speaking of balance and understanding even as he trained with steel in hand. Their exchange was light at first, threaded with humor and small confessions, but beneath it ran a quiet recognition. He treated her with a kind of respectful warmth, listening to her stories and offering his own with an openness that felt rare. In his company, she found not only a grateful patient but a companion whose presence made the unfamiliar feel welcoming again, and whose kindness lingered with her long after they parted.

Renewal and Growth

Not long after settling back into her work, Guildfest arrived in Therenborough, and the excitement of it stirred something bright in Erisande. She had not attended a proper festival in decades, and the whirl of music, lantern‑light, and crowded stalls felt like stepping back into a part of herself she had nearly forgotten. She rode the Faeries’ Wheel with Harkour, laughing as the patchwork of tents and wagons drifted in circles beneath them, and wandered through the merchant tents at his side. Their easy companionship made the days feel warmer, though she tried not to read too much into the quiet comfort growing between them. Her first visit with a festival artisan left her with a custom dress adorned in her beloved butterflies, a piece she treasured instantly. She also sought out the renowned merchant Endalar, whose artistry transformed her cherished Embrace of the Vela’tohr shrub. The festival was full and bright, a welcome reminder that her life held joys beyond duty and healing.

Returning to the guild after the festival, Erisande settled once more into the quiet discipline of her healing work. Alongside her studies, she began to explore alchemy with growing curiosity, spending long hours at the worktables grinding herbs, brewing simple potions, and learning the patient rhythm of mortar and pestle. The practice suited her — a blend of precision and intuition that echoed the gentler parts of her craft — and it offered a sense of steady progress she found deeply comforting.

As her confidence returned, Erisande found herself drawn to the strange, unfeeling world of constructs — the only foes an Empath could face without betraying her calling. She began to test her skills against endrus serpents and the granite and quartz gargoyles that haunted the wilds, learning the patient arc of a short bow and the weight of the magnificent pink sword she had discovered at Guildfest. The work was challenging but deeply satisfying, a way to strengthen herself without compromising the gentleness at the heart of her craft.

Wandering and Wonder

The days slipped into weeks, her routines steadying into a quiet rhythm — until the season brought something unexpected: Taisidon Island was opening. Erisande heard it mentioned in passing over the years but never visited. When it opened, she purchased several tickets so she and Harkour could return again and again, slipping away from the mainland whenever their schedules allowed. Those days were spent diving beneath warm, crystalline waters in search of pearls, or exploring the island — including an abandoned farmhouse where animated forks, spoons, and other enchanted odds‑and‑ends skittered through dusty rooms and broken floorboards. The hunts were lighthearted compared to the stone‑faced constructs back home, and the easy rhythm of their shared adventures made those visits feel like small, sunlit chapters set apart from the rest of her life.

She returned to her duties for a short while, settling back into the familiar cadence of her work — but the calm didn’t last. When Hollow Eve arrived, it pulled her entirely off course in the best possible way. She took a short hiatus from her responsibilities and spent long stretches of time on Andreshlew, wandering from merchant stall to merchant stall and losing herself in the games. It was during that bright, bustling season that she and Harkour became engaged, a moment tucked amid the revelry that made the festival unforgettable.

Alterations

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A curated archive of Erisande’s soft-floral, butterfly-kissed creations.

Design	Date	Notes
Faelight leather valise clasped with an amethyst butterfly A wavy pattern of crystalline undulations glimmers faintly across the surface of the structured bag, shifting with the light. Securing the front flap is a butterfly with wings of pale, faceted amethyst. Polished silver forms the insect's body, its delicate antennae curling to create a subtle hook-and-eye closure. The wide shoulder strap is tooled with an artful arrangement of starflowers and trimmed with a tidy row of blue-black glaes rivets.	2025
Braided twilight-pink toolbelt detailed with lilac butterflies Designed for the crafting enthusiast, the elegantly braided toolbelt weaves soft hues with delicate craftsmanship. Each tie ends in its own embroidered leather butterfly of pale lilac color, adding a touch of whimsy.	2025
Lavender textbook with a silvered starflower emblem Bound in supple leather of a pale lavender hue, the cover of this heavy tome is smooth and cool to the touch. Pressed into the center of the front cover is a delicate starflower, its form rendered in gleaming silver. The edges of the book's vellum pages are similarly silvered.	2025
Soft lilac petalette dress embellished with delicate blush butterflies The lustrous pale purple fabric is as sleek to the touch as a rose petal, designed to drape gracefully about the figure when worn. Charmingly positioned, each ethereal butterfly alights upon the waistline as if captured at rest, adding a touch of whimsy and gentle beauty to the flowing silhouette.	Guildfest 2025	Design Consultant: Allye Crafted by Phinara
Tulip-shaped vela'tohr shrub clouded with violet butterflies (Embrace of the Vela'tohr) The vela'tohr's thick stem supports numerous coiled tendrils, which sway about as though dancing with the starlight-speckled purple illusory butterflies surrounding them. Pink flowers sprout at intervals, providing safety to more butterflies. Giant dark green leaves yawn open from the base of the stalk, revealing a myriad of tiny flowers.	Guildfest 2025	Design Consultant: Melindrha Crafted by Endalar
Peony-pink petalette pack patterned with periwinkle primroses Peony-pink petals fold in plush, velveteen layers that catch the light like warm dusk. Periwinkle primroses scatter across the surface in gentle contrast, their centers dotted with pale-gold seed beads. The drawstring threads through the wings of a carved butterfly clasp, its surface etched with fine filigree and tinted in soft lilac.	Hollow Eve 2025	Design Consultant: Ayrell Crafted by Megaya
Iridescent rainbow rose cradling a pink sapphire butterfly (Ritual Focus) A single, perfect rose, its petals unfurl in an iridescent swirl of prismatic color. Nestled within the central whorl of petals rests a small butterfly, its form carved from faceted pink sapphires. The delicate pink tone of the stone catches the light, creating soft glints from its many facets. INVOKE: You gently brush your finger against the pink sapphire butterfly. As if awakened, the iridescent petals of the rose pulse, sending a soft, prismatic wave of color from the center to the tips. The butterfly glints in response, its facets shining with a soft, internal light.	Hollow Eve 2025	Crafted by Sigzil
Dawn-hued eddy fluttering within a pink rose attached to a sungold stem Large silk rose petals enclose a fluttering ball of light shining with the prismatic colors of dawn. Its light disguises a watery portal at the center of the eddy. A long sungold stem extends beneath the flower; perched neatly upon the stem's leaves are several lilac moonsilver butterflies. Atmospherics Flexing their lilac moonsilver wings, clockwork mechanisms drive the movement of butterflies perched upon the leaves of your dawn-hued eddy, as they prepare to take flight. One of the lilac moonsilver butterflies on your dawn-hued eddy flutters into motion, powered by an unwinding key. The insect buoyantly hovers around the petals of the pink rose as if it were seeking the dawn-hued light within. A bit of dawn-hued light spurts from your dawn-hued eddy, landing on a pink rose petal. The mote of light slides off, illuminating the lilac butterflies perched delicately upon the eddy's leaves as the drop of light falls to the ground and extinguishes itself.	Hollow Eve 2025	Massive thanks to Tidworth for design and atmospherics.
Tyrium wedding ring with a crystalline butterfly perched on an ocean's heart diamond Thin strands of silver form the outline of a delicate butterfly with wings of pale amethyst. The lilac gemstone wings are positioned low as if captured in the middle of a languid flutter, the creature depicted in sweet repose. Set into the ring is an ocean's heart diamond.	Hollow Eve 2025	Designed by Harkour Design Consultant: Allye

Other Tidbits

• Good friends with the Trader Andaris.
• Open to DMs on Discord — find me on the official DR server!
• IC Journal: Erisande's Leather Journal