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Brijidine Eladrin
Also known as lava azata
Who Soar through the Skies on a Trail of Fire
CG; CR 17 â€
Alternate form: a storm of magma droplets
The fiery brijidine (bridge-id-EEN) are living volcanoes, somehow embodied in the shape of graceful humanoids. Their skin is slow churn of molten lava shot through with dancing ember-veins, their heads are crowned with a glowing thatch of glass-like Pele’s hair strands, and each of their sweeping gestures sheds sparks like molten metal being struck on a anvil. When they take to the air, a comet-plume of fire trails behind them, and in moments of heightened emotion their outlines break into beadlets of incandescent magma that drift and fuse again like a jewelry-string of droplets. Obsidian jewelry and blade-thin glass filigree are their preferred ornaments, which catch the light of their bodies with black glittering mirrors. When they smile, the heat seems to glow through their cheeks as if through thin carnelian. Even at rest, the furnace within the brijidine radiate warmth like a hearth.
The personalities of brijidines also run like magma: warm, generous, and quick to laughter, yet capable of eruptive ferocity when they encounter cruelty or chains. They treasure wit and wordplay, collect rare peppers and (fireproof!) volumes of poetry, and tend the sick with hands that can sterilize by touch and comfort with gentler radiant heat. Fire, to a brijidine, is not a destructive force but one of purification—it burns away decay and lies, and leaves tempered strength.
Few things enrage a brijidine as much as Hellfire, the corrupted celestial flame that Mephistopheles but was really stolen from Lady Taramyth. The fact their own form was used as part of the deception makes their collective ire burn even hotter.
Brijidine are rare even on Arborea, most often found cavorting or relaxing in volcanic caldera and Mount Ossa, they do occasionally leave their scalding homes and mix with other eladrin. When they do, they are the dancers who bring heat to revels and the poets whose couplets set sonnets alight; they are hospitable hosts who perfume the air with spices, steam, and the faint mineral scent of rain on hot stone.
Even their warfare is volcanic pageantry: they can conjure atomically sharp obsidian blades into their hand with a thought, create walls of stone that radiate intense heat, and hurl globs of lava hurled like meteors that quickly cool to clasp their quarry in glassy shackles.
They are artisans of lava and glass sculpting, creating intricate designs from the hardening material as no other creature can, for as creatures of molten rock they are immune to all kinds of heat. Furnaces are redundant when the master is their own flame, and in brijidine ateliers they suspend crucibles of molten glass in midair and pull threads of fire into hair-thin filaments, weaving vitreous lace that sets into translucent basaltine mesh, or blow vessels veined with trapped glittering lightning. Festival masks are poured directly onto stone moulds, cooling into vizards that fit the wearer as perfectly as skin; and spectacular windows for eladrin temples are cast as great, rippling panes with poems frozen inside like ambered insects.
The brijidine aesthetic is unmistakable: lava is their lifeblood, and their language of freedom is flame.
Stats: Bestiary 2 [PF1e] p37
Source: Margarita and Jon Winter-Holt. Canonwatch: I suspect the brijidine were inspired by the Celtic fire goddess Brigid.
