Acethalys

“The realm of Virtues, as they put it. A realm of twisted ideals and warped minds bearing a beast of the same name. Nobody knows when or how it came to be. The polar north, defined by the solstices and their relation to the sun and moon. But far worse things dwell within that cold wasteland than just long nights and endless mornings.” - Giam Alghieri, Traitor to the Ordo di Santa Cassia

Acethalys is a realm defined by its ruler, Acethalys, whose name is that of its own home. Little is known of the horror that bears its fangs against the virtues of men and beasts alike. Some say Acethalys is the north, others say acethalys is a realm contained away from the world itself. Ashifuman colonists have occupied one of the few northerly islands within this Acethylan span, Xirath, which is occupied by a group known as the Fae. Various other islands exist, though their habitation is unknown, it can be assumed the Beasts of Virtue run free across many of these polar lands without men to harry them.

Acethalys, in Flesh

Few have seen the great beast of virtue firsthand, though the Fae of Xirath worship it. They speak of Acethalys as a lord of many faces and personas, whose form shifts and warps to facilitate its absolute rule. In one hand he wields a large halberd, and in the other a silvered skull from which he drinks his endless wine. It speaks in voices that coalesce and consume, with words that coax you to actions unbecoming of your own ideals. Acethalys is a tempter of the most vile virtues. Under its thumb, men become wayward and cruel.

Acethalys, in Realms Forgotten

Outside of the polar north, but seemingly fully contained within is Acethalys, the realm which the horror of the same name resides. The Fae alone has provided knowledge of this land, it’s many vacant meadows devoid of life as towering windowless spires of castles erupt from the earth before giving way to colossal palatial halls occupied by the Purveyors of Acethalys, the tips of their spiraling towers giving way to great metal chains that constrain the floating fortress of Acethalys itself from soaring off into the ebbing nightmare that roils overhead in this forgotten realm.

Acethalys, as According to Vehit La

Vehit La (WIP)