| Aliases |
Taletevirion of Herd Houwel |
| Species | |
| Gender |
Male |
| Status |
Alive
|
| Affiliation |
Teriarch |
| Residence | |
| First Appearance |
Interlude - 3 (First Mentioned) Interlude – The First and Last of Us (Official Appearance) |
Taletevirion is the last Unicorn in Innworld and the protector of the Vale Forests.
Appearance[edit | edit source]
Taletevirion has a long, straight horn at the center of his forehead, a white coat, and a shimmering mane of hair. He's taller than most stallions and his form is compact, evoking a duelist build. He changes the color of his mane some years, and had a silver mane in his first appearance.[1]
Personality[edit | edit source]
Embittered and estranged from the world, Taletevirion no longer concerns himself with the affairs of the world unless they affect his few wards still left, and now pursues pleasure, whether it be drinking, or engaging in sexual relations with other horses. He is, by his own admission, lazy and indiscreet.[1]
Background[edit | edit source]
He is the last Unicorn of the Vale Forest. He's an experienced warrior who fought while it had burned.
He's been siring children among the horse population. Notable examples include House Walchaís' ranch of war horses. He's probably the reason why Izril's horse population is so famously capable.
He once pledged to fight for Magnolia Reinhart if the Antinium invaded the north, to prevent the same devastation of the landscape as the Hivelands.
Last year, the ghosts of the Unicorns told him something was haunting them in the land of the dead.[1]
Chronology[edit | edit source]
Concerned over Teriarch's actions in Calanfer, Taletevirion visited him in the High Passes. When Teriarch told him of the disappearance of the ghosts and the looming threat to the world, he refused to get involved. He agreed to change his mind if Teriarch showed him something new, and placed a Geas on himself to honor his words, but he rejected the laptop Teriarch then showed him because it was just an object.[1]
He visited the Adventurer's Haven, and from there entered the Wandering Inn to raid its alcohol. He was was discovered in the Inn's basement by Ryoka, who could see past his spells. They argued, but he told her how to germinate new Dryads. During the Trial of Blades, he disguised himself as other species to show Zimrah and the [Healers] how to better heal, and stopped Tolveilouka from murdering Pisces. He refused to duel Zeladona.[2]
Powers and Abilities[edit | edit source]
Abilities:[edit | edit source]
Master Duelist[edit | edit source]
Taletevirion is a Valesian-trained duelist and is adept at war magic.[3] His dueling mastery exceeds the talent of Unicorns in ancient times.[4]
Magical Horn[edit | edit source]
As an old Unicorn at the height of his power, he has a very potent magical horn.
- Dowsing Rod: He can use his horn like a dowsing rod to gain information.[1]
- Cleansing: His horn has great cleansing properties, strong enough to unmake a powerful undead.[4]
Luck Powers[edit | edit source]
He possesses the ability to give himself good fortune in some capacity.[5]
Dimensionional Travel[edit | edit source]
Possibly called Wyldwalking.[6] Taletevirion can step out of reality, traversing the "green paths". It lets him move unseen and is compared to teleportation.[7]
Trivia[edit | edit source]
Quotes[edit | edit source]
"Dragon. No treasure of yours shall compel me.
Nor favor nor threat impel me spill my blood.
My days are done. No friends to aid nor kin to free.
My worth as warrior and guide I would rather be to stud.
I am no friend of Drake nor Gnoll nor Human nor any other kind."
- (To Ci) “Hey, kid. Keep your chin up, huh? I know it feels like the end of the world, but the world doesn’t end, sadly. Hold on and keep running.”
- (To Ryoka) “No, I’m sorry. And impressed. It’s not every day you meet someone with an ego bigger than a Dragon’s. You? Help me? The first thing you say upon seeing a being of myth and legend is, ‘I’m too busy for this’? As if you could—what? Solve my issues? Fight my battles for me? Just amazing. The sheer gall of it. I have, and I say this honestly, legitimately met less presumptuous self-importance in an entire court of half-Elves. And you compressed all that personality into, what, a minute of speaking?”
- (To himself) “Not new. Not new…what in the name of Phoenix shit was up with that sword hilt? No—I don’t want to know. It’s not new.”
- (To Zimrah) “You heal like someone pouring a cup over a fire, no matter how big or small. It isn’t your fault that you didn’t know. Healing is an art. It is not a paste or a potion to pour. It is a balm to apply perfectly. You wield the razor of life.”
- (To Demerra) “Hurt them if you must. But hold on to them. With flame. With thread or magic. Stop playing with beautiful healing and stitch!”
- (To Yvlon) “It will define you, or you will define it. It is not your master unless you allow it. Choose. Women of metal forged themselves with hearts harder than the hammers they endured.”
- (To butterflies) “Shoo. Shoo, you stupid bugs. You’re not helping. I’ll eat you.”
- To Ryoka:
- “I’ll have you know I flirt like a champion. I’ve seen how you flirt. Crashing into the ground in a glider and getting shot with crossbow bolts—it’s a unique one, but I bet at least one subspecies of swan was impressed. And Lord Tyrion Veltras, of course.”
- “I love making smart-assed people’s lives harder. You want to talk secrets? Let’s talk about that, too. Trust goes every direction. And around a corner. That’s when you stab it.”