Lyraeth Silvermane — The Currier of Constellations

Ability Scores

STR

10

+0

DEX

16

+3

CON

12

+1

INT

14

+2

WIS

14

+2

CHA

18

+4

Combat

Armor Class: 15; Studded Leather + Dex
Hit Points: 45; Hit Dice: 7d8
Initiative: +3
Speed: 30 ft.
Proficiency: +3
Passive Perception: 15

Attacks

Starlight Bolt (Eldritch Blast)+71d10+4 radiant/force

Dagger+61d4+3 piercing

Personality

Lyraeth speaks with a boisterous, earthy warmth and laughs with her whole body. She is constantly wiping her hands on her apron and tends to address everyone—from peasants to princes—as 'ducky' or 'pup.'

Ideal

Luster. Everything and everyone has a brilliance inside; they just need someone with the right tools to clear away the grime.

Bond

The Starlight Brush Thalos gave me. It is more than a tool; it is my connection to the honest work of the heavens.

Flaw

She has little patience for 'perfection' and often intentionally leaves a smudge of dirt or a messy braid to keep things 'real.'

Backstory

Lyraeth was born into the diamond-dust elegance of the Silver City, where High Elves spend decades debating the correct meter for sunset sonnets. By her fiftieth year, the crystalline perfection of her home felt like a gilded cage. While her peers studied the stars for prophecy, Lyraeth was more interested in the creatures that pulled the chariots across the firmament. She vanished from the Silver City, leaving behind a stack of unfinished poetry to take up a CURry comb in the celestial stables of the Seven Heavens.

It was there she met Thalos, a Kirin of ancient lineage whose coat had grown dull from neglect. For seven years, Lyraeth labored in silence, scrubbing the 'holy light' back into Thalos’s hide with the grit of celestial pumice and the sweat of honest work. The Kirin, moved by her devotion to the 'Art of the Glow,' forged a pact with her. He didn't offer her cosmic secrets or forbidden power; he offered her a vocational apprenticeship. He tasked her with descending to the Material Plane to find souls that have grown dim under the muck of life and to 'brush them' until their inner luster returns.

Now, Lyraeth wanders the world as a traveling healer-artisan. She views every tavern brawl and muddy road as a refreshing change from the antiseptic beauty of the Upper Planes. She smells of lavender and warm hay, and she treats a king's existential crisis exactly the same way she treats a mule's cracked hoof: with a firm hand, a booming laugh, and a thorough scrubbing of the spirit.

Abilities & Actions

The Thalos Scrub (6/Day)

As a bonus action, Lyraeth touches a creature within 60 feet and uses the Luminescent Curry Comb to 'brush' their spirit. The target regains 1d6 hit points per die spent (up to 4d6 at once) and is cleared of any mundane soot, dirt, or foul odors, smelling instead of fresh lavender.

Stablehand's Reflexes

Used to dodging the unpredictable kicks of celestial pegasi, Lyraeth can use her reaction when she is hit by an attack to add 3 to her AC, potentially causing the attack to miss. If the attack misses, she can move up to 10 feet without provoking opportunity attacks.

Luminescent Curry Comb (Spell Focus)

While holding this translucent, glowing brush, Lyraeth's 'Sacred Flame' and 'Guiding Bolt' spells manifest as lashes of golden grooming hair and motes of cosmic dust. When she deals radiant damage with a warlock spell, she adds +4 to the damage roll against one of the targets.

Mantle of the Groomer

Lyraeth has resistance to radiant damage. Additionally, she and any creatures within 10 feet of her have advantage on saving throws against being blinded, as her eyes are accustomed to the blinding brilliance of celestial hides.

DM Notes

Lyraeth is a 'Combat Mom' with a blue-collar attitude. She should react to a player's tragedy by handing them a cloth and telling them to 'wipe their face and start again.' Sample dialogue: 'Right then, pup, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backward. Let’s get that spirit of yours buffed up before the shine goes dull.' She punctuates her sentences by tapping her brush against her leather breeches.