Alarielle the Everqueen

Alarielle is life magic incarnate: the green pulse of the Mortal Realms, worshipped wherever things grow. The sylvaneth are her children in the most literal sense, sung into being from soulpods seeded with her power, and the spirit-song that binds the glades is at root her own voice, endlessly harmonized. Her aspects turn with the year — radiant and generous as high summer, remote as midwinter, and, since the Age of Chaos, capable of a wrath the realms had never seen from her.

That wrath was purchased with catastrophe. When Nurgle's hosts drowned Ghyran in rot, Alarielle's despair deepened as the glades died, until the goddess withdrew to a hidden vale and dwindled toward nothing. At the last she surrendered herself to the cycle she embodies: diminished into a soulpod, borne through ruin by her handmaiden, and planted in desperate soil. What bloomed was the Everqueen's incarnation of war — antlered, towering, terrible — riding a great wardroth beetle with the Spear of Kurnoth in her hand. The Realm of Life rallied to her in a single turning of the song.

Alarielle has since sung renewal across the realms on a scale not seen since their making, quickening wild growth through lands scoured by war. But a goddess of life carries every death in her memory, and those who meet her eyes report the same vertigo: spring and funeral in one gaze. Her enemies mistake her cycles for weakness. The wise remember that winter is also one of her moods, and it has never once failed to end.