Those who are welcome find that a path will simply open up in front of them, and anything hostile melts away into the darkness, yet remaining nearby in case the visitor shows any signs of treachery. Only her Knights, a scattering of Drakes, and millions of spiders. While most mortals are undoubtedly unnerved in her forests, there are no lost spirits clinging to the mortal plane there. Some call her forest “haunted,” but this is not entirely accurate. Webbing is strewn about everywhere in an almost haphazard fashion, and the only life that exists there serves Ixiad directly. Some scholars have theorized that this is because Ixiad herself, due to her long exile in the Far Realm, unconsciously twists her surroundings to match the insane landscapes of her old gaol. Nature itself is bent and twisted, and while it is not precisely dead or corrupted, it is clearly wrong in some fashion. The actual domain where Ixiad resides in person permanently is both much smaller and clearly different from the rest of her lands. It ends in the west upon the shores of the inlet that stretches north from Duvain, and in the east, it terminates approximately thirty leagues east of Jericho. Ixiad’s territory on Maud’Madir stretches from the Dark Elven capital of Antioch in the north and continues south before ending roughly forty leagues south of the town of Jericho and the northern tip of the grey elven forests. Mark: Red spiderweb on a black background
Name: Ixiad, Oath-Taker, She Who Walks The StrandsĬolour: Black with crimson spiderweb strand highlights Though it may take centuries, eventually, every last demon will be brought to heel, and this time there will be no erstwhile Knight to betray her a second time. However, her primary focus remains on recapturing her past glories, for the demons have been afforded their freedom for far too long and have done incalculable damage in the process. While it is not their sole focus, many of her charges have found that these skills provide an escape from a life of menial toil and provide a path towards acceptance and respect that might otherwise be denied to followers of a Firstborn like Ixiad. Her focus on the binding power of the written word is near absolute, and as a primarily unintended side-consequence, this has led to many of Ixiad’s mortal followers becoming masters of legal system manipulations and law advocates of considerable skill and repute. Loyalty, friendship, and duty, these are all lies, and devotion can only be guaranteed by the power of the contract. Now, having recently escaped that foul place, she teaches her mortal charges that trust is an illusion, for those closest to you are the ones best equipped to deal you the most harm. With the aid of a former Dragonknight of Ixiad turned traitor, Ixiad was cast into the Far Realm and imprisoned for countless generations, unable to affect the material plane or contact her followers as the madness of that place ate away at her very mind. Although this reversed the fortunes of the Firstborn in that terrible war, the demons and their ancient sovereign, the Hell King, chafed under the terms of their pact-bondage. Long gone from the world of mortals, in ages past she bound the nascent Demons and turned them against the Angels of the Celestial Host.
Ixiad is the black and crimson-scaled maker of deals, sealer of contracts, and binder of the Demonic. She is the Oath-Taker or She Who Walks The Strands, but most simply know her as Ixiad, the Spider Dragon. From the dark heart of an ancient forest, eight unblinking crimson eyes and the sound of ink on parchment pierce through the umbral silence.
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