Domain: nature, life, cycles, change, renewal, seasons
Alignment: True Neutral. Leans towards balance, not indifference
Lore: Said to walk through gardens and green, blessing the moment change happens.
Symbol: A circular wreath woven from four plants: budding flower, green leaf, dry wheat, and fallen petals
(Some followers wear it as a crown, others sew it into clothing or tattoo it around the wrist)
The story of Ethuil
Legend has it that amongst the Fey there lived the ancestors of the Elves, The Eladrin.
As Equinor opened the gate to the Feywild to let the Fey folk escape, a detachment of highly skilled Eladrin warriors stayed behind to protect the gate.
These Eladrin warriors were led by one of the four Eladrin generals: Lady Ethuil Vanthuel, the Sentinel General of Summer.
As the Giants—summoned by Nocturna and Sol’s sacrifices—attacked, Vorthar the Worldeater turned his gaze away from the gate leaving his neck unguarded.
Lady Ethuil saw the exposed neck and with a mighty leap she dealt the Great Wyrm a lethal blow that left Vorthar bleeding and fleeing for his life.
The war was over, but alas, the gate was closed for the Eladrin. They would stay in Skylathar. The fey spark running through their blood would fade through the generations to come until they emerged as the Elves we know today.
Lady Ethuil had protected the very nature of life and as a reward, Nocturna and Sol promoted her to godhood and she became Ethuil – Keeper of the Ever Turning Wheel, who would forever protect the natural order and progression of life of all species in Skylathar.
Ethuil is the force behind every moment of transformation. She is not nature’s wrath or vengeance, nor she is indifference. Her power lies in inevitability.
A seed doesn´t ask permission to grow. A tree doesn’t greave its fallen leaves. Death is a part of life that leads to new beginnings. The world turns and Ethuil turns with it, with unmatched grace.
Depiction
She appears as a woman woven from petals, bark, and moss. Her hair changes with the seasons—pink blossoms in spring, sun-gold in summer, fiery leaves in autumn, bare branches in winter. She never appears angry, but she does appear when change is needed. A presence like soil beneath bare feet—grounded, patient, vast.
It’s said when someone is ready to begin again, Ethuil has already been walking beside them.
Beliefs
- All things grow, change, die, and return.
- Change is sacred. To resist change is to rot. To flow with it is to bloom
- Even grief is growth. Grief is sacred; so is joy. Both are seasons of the soul. endings make space for beginnings.
- All things transform. A seed becomes a tree, a scar becomes a story, fire becomes a bed-light, a warrior becomes a weaver.
- Creation and decay are lovers—not enemies.
- Power lies in patience. The mountain is shaped not by fire, but by the persistent root .The power doesn’t lay with nature’s wrath, storms, fires and floods. Power is in the neverending change of life.
Worship & Practice
- Followers are witnesses of change: gardeners, midwives, funeral guides, poets, and seamstresses—anyone who works with life’s turning moments.
- Her shrines are often tucked in greenhouses, overgrown gardens, or beneath blooming trees. They are never still—plants overgrow them, flowers die and re-bloom, vines climb and fall. That is the worship.
- Her holidays mark transitions: the first blossom, the last harvest, the day frost touches leaves.
Rituals
- Weddings, funerals, and seasonal festivals are all sacred under Ethuil.
- Her followers plant something at every major life event: a tree for birth, flowers for love, wheat for mourning, or they offer a piece of something changed—a lock of hair, an old name, a broken tool.
- Her clerics never stay in one place long—they are gardeners of fate, sowing comfort or closure where needed.