11.1.15 LYRETH, THE SIDEREAL PRINCE

The Elder God known as Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince was, to put it quite simply, highly unpredictable. At turns sweet and gentle, and at others wild and tempestuous, His chaotic nature was, however, more suited to acts of whimsy than anything truly destructive. His indolent and often brash personality most often manifested itself in a sense of humour that was quite unique to say the very least. He was perhaps one of the most youthful of the Elders, His demeanor carefree and spontaneous, filled with a refreshing zest for life that knew no bounds.

Not one prone to deep introspection, Lyreth advocated living in the moment, for in His eyes, life was the most beautiful of gifts granted the First World by Dynara and to squander it senseless. To Lyreth, every life holds its own intrinsic beauty, no matter what the opinions of others might say. If you must kill, first understand the inherent beauty of what it is you are destroying, and second, contemplate whether its destruction will make the world a better place.

A musician, poet and entertainer, though not necessarily one to show off, Lyreth had a voice that is beyond compare, and it has been said He was capable of bringing a tear to even the most hardened of hearts. One of his greatest accomplishments was teaching the birds to sing, giving each bird a unique voice and the tiniest fragment of the Song of Creation. Above all else, He was an artist, from the tips of his toes to the top of His head, and He revelled in the beauty of life, believing it one of the most sacred gifts bestowed upon the First World by Dynara.

Lyreth held the emotions of love, passion and happiness to the highest of standards, believing that to hurt the ones you love is one of the worst crimes that can possibly be committed. He especially abhorred lying, however, and was adamant in His belief that to lie to yourself and others is the second greatest sin. In His eyes, to do so is to murder part of yourself as surely as if you had taken a weapon to it.

His symbol is a silvery wooden harp with strings of golden light.

He ultimately merged with His beloved Eventru, becoming Valtreth, the Majesty of the Dawn.