Tyrillee was as tall as an average human, but slender as a spring
willow. Two lambent, palely green eyes were set into a merry face that
was bright and sparkling and framed with a flowing mane of snow-white
hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back to her waist. A
crown of braided dragondil blossoms adorned her head, and she wore
several necklaces made from the same flower. Her feet were bare, and
her only garment was a bright red poncho whose hem was embroidered with
threads of gray and green. The dryad had a rapturous voice that was
feathery soft and feminine, a whisper, a bare rasp like the susurrus of
the wind as it slithered over grasses and through leaves, like the
gentle scrap of the clouds as the wind pushed them across the sky.
overly friendly, she had a shy boldness about her, or perhaps it was a
fake boldness, such as the type found in a young girl romantically
interested for the first time in a man twice her age. Tyrillee was an
overly touchy woman—those who did not understand her may actually find
these platonic affections offensive. In normal, every move was filled
with grace and frolic. A quick pirouette here and swinging back and
forth on branches while in conversation, then quickly darting into
their heights with astounding leaps.
the dryad had come up the Westland coast in pretty ships. But they
moved away from the water deeper into the great woods, always
deeper and deeper. But when the dryad last moved, Tyrillee’s
grandmother, Old Sylba was too sick. Such is their way that the dryads
left Sylba behind. Only Tyrillee stayed to care for her. When she
passed away, Tyrille had no one to talk to, to laugh with, to love her.
No humans came to the woods. Only grues and kobolds that were unable to
see her, and never able to catch her. She was lonely until she met
Anesi and his companions in the 960s.
Before joining Anesi’s
party, this dryad had never left the forest. Before hesitantly leaving
their safety, she ran around touching each of the trees, stroking them
and rubbing her body against the rough bark. At each tree she paused
and shot a glance back at them, her thin brows knitting together in an
expression of worry, before advancing to another tree.
their journey, she demonstrated to them her knowledge of nature,
showing them other things to eat, such as roots from the ground, seeds,
and certain leaves and flower petals to vary their diet. She had a very
caring and affectionate connection with Cubby, the brogmoid companion
of the group. He gave her rides upon his broad back, and cared for her
in times of trouble, although all of their interactions, which were
most likely seen as romantic from outsiders, were all platonic
When Anesi, Fidget, Cubby, and Tyrillee entered
into Arbroneth, the dryad broke away from her companions in fear of
Dispoz, who she heard might seek to add her to his “collection.”
Tyrillee instead explored the keep, coming upon Chuck the dragon who
was imprisoned in the dungeon. She wanted to free him. When the dragon
caught sight of the dryad’s red poncho, he was thrown into a rage, for
Chuck could not tolerate the color red. He shook the entire foundations
of the keep trying to break free from his chains. It was Anesi who
finally released the dragon from its chains with an effective REZROV.
Chuck had slain the wizard Dispoz (who had transformed himself into
dragon), he carried the companions far southward to the ruins of old
Mareilon and deposited them there before leaving. When the dryad
entered the city, she became overly queasy at the buildings have been
made from dead trees. During the night, she fled to sleep inside a
living tree beyond the walls of the city. At dawn, Tyrillee returned to
them, just in time to help them escape from grues, which under the
influence of the Great Terror, dared to come out in the day.
the companions escaped the ruined city, they ventured across the
Backbone Hills. Fidget, hoping to kill a lone surmin, foolish released
an arrow on it and missed. Tyrillee was the only one to escape its
retaliatory wind by diving into a tree. When she returned, she brought
with her Gryphon’s Breath flowers to heal Anesi’s wounds which he
received by grue-thrown rocks in Mareilon.
At New Mareilon, the
Servants of the Terror found them and in the process of defeating some
of them, Anesi set flame to the entire city. Thus the second Mareilon
died just like the first. L. Rhonda, a city resident, led them through
a trapdoor in her bedroom closet, which took them into the Great
Underground Highway. Following this route, they reached Dolo Finis, the
abandoned capital of Miznia.
It was here that the final showdown
took place against the Great Terror and his Servants. While Chuck and
his dragon brethren arrived just in time to crush the Servants, the
companions were left to challenge the Terror. After several attempts
failed, Anesi used the YONK spell upon Tyrillee as she drew near to a
morgia tree. This spell strengthened her, so when Cubby took hold of
the Terror and threw him to Tyrillee, he was easily able to coil her
arms around the demon and vanish inside the tree with him. She
reappeared alone, leaving the Terror behind inside the world within the
tree. It now had an entire world all to itself.
After the Terror
had been defeated, the companions parted ways. Tyrillee remained at
Miznia. There was something about the morgia trees, which did not grow
in the north that fascinated her, and she wanted time to play among
them before she began a search for the rest of the dryads.
Tyrillee's favorite food was the nectar of the dragondil flower.