Eirian de Laverstock

Eirian de Laverstock


Laverstock (née Burcombe)





Natalie Dormer


Sir Alwyn (deceased) de Burcombe


Maelgwyn (d.), Rozenn, Celyn




Dark Brown

Pale Blue

An ethereal damsel of bardic tales, a dryad running through the forest with bow and peregrine. A laughing spitfire in a gown, the proud scion to an ancient legacy. Which face Lady Eirian de Laverstock wears these days matters entirely upon perspective. She performs a courtier's duties while professing her faith to the Old Ways in the grove and in the manor. Unbowed confidence and utmost discretion suggest a wisdom beyond her tender years, and yet it's well-known her lineage stretches into the murky twilit mysteries of Cymric history.


Hymn to the Night

I heard the trailing garments of the night
Sweep through her marble halls,
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls.

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the night
As of the one I love.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Me: A diplomat in service to Earl Robert de Sarum. A devout follower of the Old Ways, especially Brigid and Gwyn ap Nudd. Honey cake addict, flower gatherer, occasional diplomat. Known to patch up wounds of the body and heart, when not showing surprising insights for her age. Prone to getting treed like a cat. Full of grand ideas and far-reaching intrigues, notably obtaining sweet rolls.

You: An RP hook in her background for an interesting tale or hook we can build further RP upon.

The Lais of Sarum

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the night,
Like some old poet's rhymes.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lai: A medieval type of short tale in French literature that is usually in octosyllabic verse and deals with subjects of Celtic origin often connected with Arthur or the Round Table.


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