Myth Revain
It was a dark and stormy night that the delvers gathered in the docks.
A classical adventure start, but not until daybreak did the ship leave port. The elegant ship skimmed across the lake, its sapphire-encrusted sails catching a wind seemingly nowhere else but on them.
Her crew less elegant than the ship.
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Cook Captain Perriwig P. Doubleday.
Sy’wyn Cook’s Ship, carrying all boxes the cook commands.
Rith, Executioner and Chief Bucket Lass, appointed Captain over the Ship as a Floating Bucket by the mutinous rankster!
Aelthas’ Parrot – The Assistant General Severed Limb Carrier in Extremis, Chief Bellydancer Eluriel.
Gilda Ship's Surgeon in Ordinary (Third Class) the Stand Up Comedienne.
Chief SlaveDriverDrummer Lycka, Cat Wrangler and Lice Comber.
Fadia Ship’s Slave, Ship’s Cat, Ship’s Avian Life Form and Mutinous Rankster!
Meril the Ship’s Vermin Infestation.
Chief Ballast Vander charged to be as heavy as he can even while fulfilling his role as Ship’s Butcher.
Social Secretary C’Tan, and under him:
Hammerhand the Ship Entertainer and Chief Clown.
Aelthas, Comfortin’ Lad for the entire female crew.
And all of them Counterfeit Cow Smugglers, for shame!
First to Elshar, that he might have the key to Dain Axesmith’s resting place. The Ironstars have been most industrious - having cleared the rubble-product of the disruption of the Balorgate and progressed their plan to return the ancient city to past glory. Soon Faern Samman’s location will be announced by a grand entrance.
The ancient forest around Myth Revain is not ‘right’. Still and calm with an oppressive gloom as if natural light is being drained away from the living. The orcs living there do not seem to mind overly much, but to the elves and druids at least it feels wrong.
A great tree, tall and ancient, is surrounded by another three which glow softly with an inner light. But alongside sucking the magics from them, and light from all around, stands a pillar of demonic make. Better leave well alone – clause 1(a) in effect.
Massive trees reach into the dark skies of the ancient forest of elves and ruins of their settlement jut from the earth. A shrine to the Seladrine stands as welcome, a soft glow emanating from the structure that while weathered has stood firm against the efforts of orcs to destroy it.
Myth Revain. Its entrance opening into an ancient elven hall lost long to the ages. Like its twin Faern Samman, crumbled stone work obscures much of the beauty of its creation. Once its walls festooned with huge bright tapestries, only pale strands yet remain.
It seems that many of the golems made in the human tower were gifted to the elves in the spirit of co-operation. But these folk are not their old masters and so the ancient halls and rooms echo with the sounds of fighting, - lending an odd quality to the place. The harshness of the noise seem out of place in the remarkable elven structure.
Deeper lie maddened spirits much as those from the village and barrows. With each new level the remains of beauty become ever more marred by the sense of oppression.
The twisty winding corridors of the fourth and deepest level led towards the great chamber which played host to the mythal. There, the massive abyssal spider who was Mistress to Asto'romaya Beleg, she who is responsible for the great tragedies.
Named Elsie, centuries bound inside the mythal wards with little to do but feed on its magics made her slow to react. And so was she banished back to the abyss.
Relics were recovered for Evermeet, and the third of the Mythal shards dug from the spider’s belly.
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Blessing of Creation
"The Tel'Quessir are both wardens and sculptors of magic's end less mysteries. Through Art and Craft, bring forth the beauty that envelops and let the spirit gambol unfettered. The song of joy and the dance of freedom shall ever soar on the wings of those who dare take flight. Guard against the slow death of stultifying sameness by seeking out new experiences and new ways. Ward against those who seek only to destroy in their inability to create and commune with the natural and mystical world. Be ever vigilant in force of arms and might of magic against any return of the banished darkness, and also be strong in heart against the corruption from within which allowed the Spider Queen to foment the chaos and evil of the Crown Wars."
The Creator of the Elves embodies the highest ideals of elvenkind, and he is the patron of most aesthetic endeavours, including art, magic, music, poetry, and warfare.
Corellon Larethian is a powerful warrior god whose hands protect his creations with the gentleness of a sculptor and the unspeakable power of a master sword swinger. Though his martial might is swift and terrible, the soft-spoken Protector is ever humble and always open to learning something new, one of his sources of might. He enjoys discovering new philosophies of thought and new methods of action, even from mortals, and he has a keen interest in other cultures.
Faernsuora are defenders, teachers, and diplomats.
Many of Corellon's clergy serve in the armed forces of their home; defending elven lands and training their fellow elves in combat skills and magic.
Others work closely with artisans instructing them in the skills they need to create works of wondrous beauty, as well as using their own creative talents in similar pursuits.
Members of Corellon's priesthood are often called upon to act as diplomats and arbitrators between the various clergies, the various subraces of elves, the various classes of elven society, and even between elven communities. While they rarely serve as leaders or councillors, many work behind the scenes towards harmony.
This is a necklace of great beauty. A crescent moon pendant hangs suspended from a slender chain at collar bone length. From the silvery metal shines the subtle blue glow of mithral lunate. The moon is hammered and polished to reflect light in every direction. The chain is one of intricate make; twisted teardrop-shape links have been woven through oval ones to produce a slim length of great visual texture.
Speaking the command, "Foqal drii raxoll" brings forth an air elemental to fight alongside Corellon's faithful, as it does him.
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Paramour’s Masquerade
"Life is worth living because of the beauty found in the world and the love that draws twin hearts together. Nurture what is beautiful in life, and let beauty's glow enliven and brighten the lives of those around you. The greatest joy is the rapture of newfound love and the tide of romance that sweeps over those wrapped in its embrace. Seek out and care for love wherever it takes root and bring it to its fullest bloom so that all may share in the joy and beauty it creates. Always give shelter and succour to young lovers, for their hearts are the truest guides to life's proper course."
Hanali Celanil is a being of timeless beauty and benign nature, who always forgives minor transgressions and delights in rewarding her followers with the bliss of unexpected love and affection. She embodies romance, beauty, love, and joy in elven spirits.
Members of Hanali's clergy spend their days cultivating beauty and love in all their myriad forms. They are always finely dressed; displaying one's personal beauty to its best advantage is a requirement of every priest of the Heart of Gold. They pride themselves on the stunning beauty of what they wear.
This is a Paramour's sculpted half-mask with mouth, nose and eyes open to the air. The clear crystal it's made from is so very sheer that it acts only to enhance the natural glow of the wearer's skin. A golden rose beauty spot adorns the right cheek.
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Hawkeye Bow
"Solonor Thelandira is the elven god of hunting, archery, and survival in wild and harsh places. The Great Archer's prowess with the bow is unmatched by any other power venerated in the Realms. Solonor is concerned with the integrity of nature and the balance between exploitation and agriculture on one hand and fallow, wild terrains on the other."
Solonor despises powers that favour despoliation over nature, and actively opposes the efforts of such gods and their followers. Unlike many hunters, the Forest Hunter stalks prey only out of concern for the overall balance between species and to destroy evil-doers. Keen Eye does not close to do battle with an enemy, but tracks and pursues instead, firing arrows from a never-empty quiver.
Solonor's priests serve as scouts and archers in elven armies, as bowyers, fletchers, and archery instructors in elven settlements, and as hunters and providers for far-flung rural communities. Hawkeyes serve him also by working to maintain the balance of nature. They are deadly enemies of those who worship Malar or Talos, and they often join forces with those who serve the Leaflord in order to exterminate followers of those evil gods whenever they make their presence known.
Elves live long enough that they don't want to risk their lives on an insignificant issue.
This is one of the reasons why elves have become legendary for their skill with the bow; it keeps their foes at a safe distance, affording the elf little danger
The elven bow is a beautiful piece of work. Carved mostly from wood, it is highly decorated and polished, with substantial metal inlays which allow its use as a parrying weapon until the elf can draw something more suitable.
This particular bow is of unusual appearance. Its black-stained stave is much broader and deeper than commonly seen. Metal which has been brushed dull ornaments its full length. Drawing this bow requires great focus.
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Halycon Wings
"The ever-changing reaches of the sky are the great gift of the Winged Mother. Take flight into her windswept embrace, and gambol amidst the ever-changing clouds. Honour those who dwell with the Lady of Air and Wind and cherish the birds who dance on her tresses. In change there is beauty and in chaos there is the birth of new life. Ascend, soar, glide, dive, and ascend again and relish in the freedom that the Winged Mother bequeaths. The air is the breath of life."
Goddess of the air, weather, and birds, Aerdrie Faenya is the elven expression of freedom and impulse. She dislikes being tied down to any one place for too long. The Queen of the Avariel delights in the sound of wind instruments and in creating unpredictable atmospheric conditions, including severe thunderstorms on occasion, but her primary joy is simply feeling the air rush past her with the ground far below.
Few of Aerdrie's followers are capable of flight without magical aid. Some raise winged steeds to carry them to visit the avian races that good relations may be maintained. Others work to create new spells and items by which magical flight is possible.
This sky blue cloak trimmed in white feathers was designed to be worn over the darker robes of a high ranking Winged Brother or Sister. Its decorative mithral neck-fastening is imbued with spells from among those enjoyed by the goddess. Spinning a very fast circle can release Chain Lightning. Grabbing the cloak in both hands and billowing it out behind you can produce a Gust of Wind.
But its greatest magic is rarely seen by observers. One each day, when the wearer launches themselves forwards onto a Gust of Wind the cloak may grant Air Walk.
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Sunset Sage Staff
"The march of time is inexorable, but the blessings of the Lifegiver enable the children of Corellon to live long and fruitful lives, unmarked by the passage of years. Record and preserve the lessons of history, and draw lessons from that which has unfolded. In the end, the sun always sets before the next day dawns anew. When you follow Labelas' teachings, time is on your side."
Labelas Enoreth is the elven god of longevity and time. He is philosopher and patient teacher. As Lord of the Continuum, Labelas governs the orderly passage of time and guards against those who would alter the path of history.
At the creation of the Fair Folk, Labelas blessed the elves with long lifespans and decreed that their appearances would not be marked by the passage of time. He measures the lives of the Fair Folk and decrees when they should be ended, allowing passage to Arvandor. The Lifegiver knows the fortune and past of every elf, faerie, or sylvan creature.
Labelas confers wisdom and teachings on young and old alike. He is worshiped by sages, historians, philosophers, librarians, and all those who measure the changes wrought by the passing of years.
Time Sentinels are the keepers of elven history and lore, and they are charged with searching for hidden facts of the past. They compile and protect such sacred knowledge and record it for the instruction of future generations. They are also philosophers and teachers themselves, responsible for promoting and acquiring knowledge.
This staff shines with the deep purples of a sunset. It is well capable of protecting its wielder. While of sturdy make, it is also able to channel the magic of time. At its top is a semi-circular gold disk carved to resemble a setting sun. Spin it clockwise for time speeded and backwards for time slowed. Hold it high in the air to stop time in one place.
