The messengers of the skylords are a mysterious lot, described to have onyx fur and eyes the color of amethysts. Keen to keep to the shadows and clouds they call home, they are masters of levin and wind aether. The Fohl lye are able to whip up a churning storm in a matter of moments if angered. Compared to their more stoic kin in the shrouded mists of the highlands, they are emotive and capricious. Tales from those who braved the mountain tops speak of large panthers that offer favors in one moment, and horrible curses the next, as fickle as sudden summer storms.
Despite their tricks and japes, the Fohl Lye are loyal, preferring to chop off their own hands than sooner break a promise made in earnest. Perhaps this is why they are the chosen messengers between the First Brood, for their ability to touch to the ground like lightning strikes no matter the distance and dedication to their task has no equal.
They love and hate deeply and in equal measure, and one that has crossed one of these crackling beings will find their loathing just as strong generations later. It is not uncommon for unknowing travelers to try to ascend the mountain to commune with the skylords, only for them to come back warped and smelling of sulfur due to a wrong their ancestors had performed in their past.
- From a book titled: "Sky Leapers" by an unnamed traveler. In Ishgardian indexes, this tome is listed as archaic heresy that predates the Dragonsong War.