Male Ierendi Human 70? yo Commoner?

" A spring of white, a white spring,
of odd and light, of loss and win,
I never drink from the white spring,
I drank once more on early spring,
and never more I’ll drank of this. "


" The sun came out and sang to me!… "

An elderly man known as Erias-of-the-White-Birches who still lives on the island, and is apparently cared for by the Whitenight Abbey druids or cares for them. Stranded on White Island by a shipwreck as a youth, Erias was driven insane before he was found by the Ierendi Royal Navy. He was rescued, and attempts to cure him using magic were unsuccessful. He escaped the authorities, stole a boat and returned to the island. He was rescued again a few times before the government gave up because he always escaped, stole a boat and returned to the island.

He wanders the island jumping and singing like a mad man. He sometimes greets visitors, other times hides from them and lives fruits. He is fond of leaving flowers in the path of strangers or dumping a shit in their boats, sometimes both.

" They left, because they pushed them away, but they are dreaming… "

Typical of the victims of the White Island dream visions, Erias is apparently unaware of his surroundings, and rambles incoherently about a rapturous “night of light, a night so white,” a blinding spiritual dream-presence that is at once brilliant and mind-wrenching. Clerics asserts that it is these dream visions that drive visitors to the island mad overnight.

" If you wake them, they will eat the flavor out of the fruit and paint the roses… "

With rest and clerical assistance, those who spend only a night or two on the island often recover fully. Those who remain longer are generally not so fortunate, like Erias.

" Once upon a time, once time went by, they were forgotten, but they didn’t forgot you!… "


D&D 3.0: Tales from Mystara Galero