The Lore of Enchanter Arabella of the Wild

“Most people don’t get my art. What they don’t realise is, they are my art.” – Arabella’s offhand remark to a Calista art critique.

Just like the art she creates, Arabella’s impression is subjective. If she’s happy, anyone who beholds her work will leave whistling, a spring in their step! If she’s depressed, then the art will darken the mood of those who look upon it, leading them to the edge of a cliff or willingly into the lair of a dangerous beast.

She was once heard to say that she adored the theatre.

“There’s no theatre here in Alessar’s Keep.” a bystander responded, to which she waved her hand about the crowded square.

“Why, these are my actors. Now, dance for me goblin boy.” The bystander promptly hunched and performed a ghastly jig before toppling into a fountain.

Catching a glimpse of Arabella is rare, and just like her black cat familiar, once she has crossed your path you may find luck (good, or otherwise) comes your way.

Who can say what whim she acts on. Some believe that it’s her crystal skull which counsels her. Others argue that Arabella does as she pleases and the skull is her first work of art; a former lover trapped for eternity with an unsettling crystal grimace.

Being enchanter of the entire wild, can be tiresome. As such, she grants Diana the Enchanter jurisdiction over the rivers. Arabella acts like it’s a favor, but in reality were she to have power over absolutely everything, she’d have no time to indulge in yoga; and without those quiet moments of reflection, there’s no telling what twisted art she might unveil next.

Entered by: 0xd75b…CF51 and preserved on chain (see transaction)