Sylvanus

Sylvanus stands as an ethereal guardian amidst the twisted wilderness of the Shadowfell, a spectral entity robed in the vestiges of a nature that is both familiar and otherworldly. His skull, crowned with antlers that reach towards the obscured sky, symbolizes his deep connection to the wilds. Eyes that glow with an eerie light peer out, watching over his domain with a serene yet penetrating gaze. In one hand, he carries a staff that seems to pulse with the life force of his somber forests, its top adorned with a symbol of the cycle of growth and decay.

Born from the heart of the plane's paradoxical existence, Sylvanus's roots are sunk deep into the very essence of the Shadowfell. He emerged as a deity by embodying the plane's inherent resilience, its capacity for life amidst death, growth within decay. His followers, known as the Withered Circle, are druids, rangers, and creatures of the wild that have embraced the stark reality of their home, finding beauty and strength within its gloom.

Temples dedicated to Sylvanus are rare, often taking the form of ancient groves or hallowed clearings where the trees themselves are the pillars and the canopy above is the vaulted ceiling. Here, his acolytes practice rites that celebrate the life force that courses through even the most desolate of landscapes.

To stand with Sylvanus is to understand the balance between life and death, to respect the relentless push of nature to survive and to thrive in even the darkest of places. It is to walk through the Shadowfell with a sense of harmony with all that grows, decays, and grows anew in the endless cycle presided over by the Antlered Harbinger.