Riann Reynaldos
Riann was always heard before he was seen. Whether it be the clopping of hooves, the low thrum of his lyre humming through the summer air, or the clear tenor of his strange melodies from across the Accordic Ocean, Riann could always make sense of his surroundings by shaping them with his melodies.
Growing up as “half-breed” in the halls of the High Elves in Il’Ardenise taught him the necessity of purity, the shame of the body, and the hierarchy of created things at which he found himself at the very bottom.
—Riann loves that music is formless, it cannot be dismissed for the way it looks because it has no physical shape. It is sound. “Close your eyes, and anyone could be singing.”
