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Jalaijatali
Rillsong, the Lady of Living Currents (planar noviere-firre eladrin empyreal lord [she/her] / CG)
Portfolio: Natural music, rapids, waterfalls
Realm: Arborea / Arvandor / Impossible Falls
Alright now gather round, you song-chasers and white-water-witches. Let me tell you the chant about Jalaijatali (jalai-jat-AH-lee) the Rillsong, our Maiden of Rapids and Waterfalls. She’s the eladrin paragon who dances where the water sings and splashes, whose laughter is the babble of a brook and whose fury is the roar of a cataract. If you’ve ever lost your thoughts in the rumble of thunder or found peace in the rainbow aura of a waterfall’s spray, it’s likely you’ve been in her presence—whether you knew it or not.
Jalaijatali teaches that great symphonies are hidden in the percussion of the rain, the babble of rivers, and the soothing hush of mist. She’s the embodiment of movement—never stagnant, always flowing, always singing. Her power’s in the wild gurgling joy of a stream leaping over rocks and the cleansing force of a mighty waterfall. She’s a proper free spirit—ever changing, like the waters themselves. She delights in improvisation, surprise, and the beautiful feeling of freedom when you let go and let the currents of life take you where they will.
Jalaijatali appears as a beautiful fey woman, the dark brown skin of her face edged by a mosaic of tiny, iridescent scales that shimmer with every colour that water can catch—sunlight, moonlight, even the lush green of mossy stones. Her eyes are deep pools, and her singing voice is the liquid music of a rushing creek. Her pointed ears peek from a tumble of short black hair, and she’s always draped in a robe of living water that splashes and swirls around her body. While unarmed, she’s never undefended, for she can coax out a waterspout from that robe and wield it as a whip. Jalaijatali is the wild heart of the water, the song in the storm, the joy in the journey, and living proof that chaos can be beautiful and melodious.
Philosophy
Jalaijatali’s an unpredictable cutter—she can be playful, serene, or tempestuous by turns. She loves to teach mortals, especially elves and bards, the beauty of nature’s music, from the patter of rain on leaves to the chorus of katydids at dusk. She says that every being has a unique song, and that the multiverse would be richer if bashers would listen to each other and let their melodies mingle. For Jalaijatali, true goodness is found in harmony and flow. She urges mortals to embrace change, to seek beauty in the unexpected, and to let go of what holds them back. Her followers believe that even the roughest rapids can be navigated with grace, and that even a fall—like a waterfall—can become beautiful if you let yourself sing on the way down. Jalaijatali is quick to laugh, but when her precious waters are defiled, her wrath is swift and cleansing. She’s fiercely protective of rivers and the moist creatures who dwell within them, and she despises befouling creatures like river drakes or water yai.
Among the eladrin, the Rillsong is the muse of bards, the patron of riverfolk, and the secret inspiration behind many spontaneous festivals. She’s the one who encourages others to improvise, to find joy in chaos, and to make music out of the noise of life. While some empyreal lords value order or tradition, Jalaijatali is a true voice of the wild, the reminder that the best path is the one the river carves for itself. Her temples are found on riverbanks, waterfalls, bardic colleges, and port towns—anywhere the sound of water can be heard.
If you lose your way in the mist, follow the music—the Rillsong never leads you astray.
—Planewalker saying
The Impossible Falls
Jalaijatali’s home is a surreal spectacle—a pool in Arvandor surrounded by acacia trees and crystalline standing stones, fed by a waterfall that falls from nowhere. Wooden platforms, carpeted in soft grass, float above the water, perfect for lounging and listening to the endless symphony of falling water. The air is thick with mist, although the climate is pleasantly warm. Visitors say that if you close your eyes and listen, you can hear every song ever sung by river, rain, or waterfall—past, present, and future—all to once. The Impossible Falls drain into the River Oceanus, that planar pathway that winds its leisurely way across most of the Upper Planes. Delphons and swanmays in particular seem drawn to the sweet waters of Jalaijatali’s realm, and the Fish King occasionally surfaces here too.
Source: Chronicle of the Righteous [PF1e] p16; Jon Winter-Holt