*** Nochthiyel is an ancient Noctharíi from the misty forests of Aelvarin, nocturnal, shy, and mystical. He is a singing chronicler who preserves stories and legends in song rather than writing them down. Nochthiyel moves silently through the forests, safeguarding ancient artifacts and guiding only the worthy through the winding misty paths. His voice is imbued with gentle lunar magic that brings the past, present, and secrets to life. ***

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Silmë, mornië, lómi ar nárë

Ilqua i nári, ilqua i hauta

Lómelindë ná, i hlarë mára

Arda cáno, i hlarë canta

Silverlight, shadowdance, mist and ember,

All that was, all that remains,

Through my song, the past I remember,

In the forest where memory reigns.

A lonely wanderer moves through the trees,

Softly his songs float on the breeze.

Listen, traveler, softly, at night,

Where moonlight guards each root and height,

Long ago, in the misted domain,

A king once ruled, proud yet wise in reign.

His halls were made of leaf and light,

Hidden away from human sight.

Silver streams through the shadows flowed,

Whispering songs that words never showed.

Silverlight, shadowdance, mist and ember,

All that was, all that remains,

Through my song, the past I remember,

In the forest where memory reigns.

Silmë, mornië, lómi ar nárë

Ilqua i nári, ilqua i hauta

Lómelindë ná, i hlarë mára

Arda cáno, i hlarë canta

But greed crept softly, like wind through the glade,

Stealing the light that was meant to stay.

The trees they wept, the mist it bore,

The past sang warnings of deceit and more.

So I wander, carrying the song along,

Each word, each note, a memory strong.

Through the night, every tone that flows,

Weaves the past in the mist that grows.

Silverlight, shadowdance, mist and ember,

All that was, all that remains,

Through my song, the past I remember,

In the forest where memory reigns.

Silmë, mornië, lómi ar nárë

Ilqua i nári, ilqua i hauta

Lómelindë ná, i hlarë mára

Arda cáno, i hlarë canta

Hear how it whispers within the leaves,

Follow not the old paths it conceives.

Let the wind guide you with melodies spun,

The forest speaks to all who listen, one by one.

The night is watched, our songs alight,

Glowing in the dark, through the moon’s soft light.

Silverlight, shadowdance, mist and ember,

All that was, all that remains,

Through my song, the past I remember,

In the forest where memory reigns.

Silmë, mornië, lómi ar nárë

Ilqua i nári, ilqua i hauta

Lómelindë ná, i hlarë mára

Arda cáno, i hlarë canta