[u][b]The Prince[/b][/u]
[b]Name:[/b] Ielitha Dema, Lady of Tall Shadows, the One Who Watches, the Hangman's Lady, Keeper of the Crows

[b]Domain:[/b] Oddities, shadows, the unspeakable, retribution, punishment.

[b]Description:[/b] Ielitha Dema is a rather odd Prince of Ruin, as she is fairly reserved and not particularly hostile by nature. Her form is fluid, and although she may often appear as a towering shadow with great antlers and a halo of pure white light, she can also be found in more mundane forms. She is immensely curious and ravenously seeks out new secrets and information, preferring to watch and learn but not interfere. The major exception to this behaviour is her glee in making bargains; if a wronged party is willing to pay a price, Ielitha Dema will exact vengeance on their behalf.

[u][b]The Realm[/b][/u]
[b]Name:[/b] Aedora, aka the Land of Sun and Shadows

[b]Description:[/b] At first glance, Aedora appears idyllic; gently rolling hills and far-reaching grassland broken by thin trees and crisscrossed by dirt roads, standing stones, and fences. The sun is perpetually high in the sky, though a warm and gentle breeze moves through the air. Beneath this serene exterior, though, Aedora is far more sinister. The colours seem slightly muted, the breeze dead, the sun uncaring. The trees are petrified, scarred by lightning. There are towns and cities, all dusty and run-down; it is a place of empty spaces and uncaring expanses. The only respite is the occasional storm, dark clouds sweeping in from the distant horizons and bringing with them summer rains and darkness.

Strange things, tiny bits of inherent [i]wrongness[/i], are scattered throughout the realm, begging to be explained but opaque to explanation.

The core of Aedora is the great and unnamed City, a rising pillar of blank walls and blocky towers that rise around a curious park like a cage. Within this park rests Ielitha Dema, where she has access to all the ancient tomes and hidden knowledge of the City.

[b]Denizens:[/b] Aedora is home to the Shades, shadowy not-men who absorb all light, save for their swirling, burning white eyes. It is these shades who live in the cities and work the fields, speaking in hushed murmurs and preforming odd rites and rituals to their eldritch Lady. Outside of these pockets of civilization roam the Tall Shadows, strange creatures of stretched proportions and long strides, roaming the countryside. Some are harmless, others predatory. In the trees, things that look like crows but aren't flock and gather, watching passers-by with sinister intent.

There are people, too, proper people, brought to Aedora through means that they do not remember. Some live ordinary lives in towns or cities, working alongside the Shades and cowering when the Tall Shadows pass by; others have been imprisoned, and their suffering is cruel and unusual.