Exile of the Elven Enchantress

[Runa Rothgar]

The pain upon her face was still stung after teleporting away from her group.  Emotions raged within yet still managed to write a letter and leave it at the Last Flagon Inn within the Hullack Forest. The thoughts of this Lich raging across the Hullack defiling and destroying the innocent.

"Do give this to any Warden you see please.. it must remain sealed. " 


Her letter reads in elven:


Dear Arulem and my beloved Cousins of the dreary Hullack,


    A group has unleashed the Lich within the elven ruins, I do not write his name, but he escaped from our foolishness.  I one of the few to blame.  The images of cousins lay in blood at the entrance and it is my fault; forever haunting me.  I deserve death. I wish to replace them with me, but perhaps they are with our Seldarine in a better place.  I Stacia'lphu, House Ther'Revar , of Evermeet herby exile myself from Cormyr.  I know not when I return. I deserve worse than exile and so I return to my house, to my father and be given under their guidance on what I should do.  I am not in right mind and my punishment should be extreme.  As of now, I only wish to waste away and be forgotten.  I cannot bare the thought of the impending doom. My heart is ever so broken.  I don't ask for your forgiveness because I deserve none.  My Righteousness forever be just rags.  If I am there, I'd only be looked upon with disdain and contempt, because I justly deserve it and far greater.

Your thoughts and hearts of me, do not suppress them, do not forsake them, no matter how ill they may seem. I deserve it and more.

May the Seldarine guide you to a solution as I pray from afar.


Forever in shame,

Staciai'ilphu

Stacia would leave her note,  tears running from her cheek.  And in an instance, mutterings of what power still remains in her, she leaves Cormyr in a flash, bunny hopping her teleportation back to her homeland to face her father and family in mortification. 

Will she ever be seen again within Cormyr Borders? 

[EDM Entori]

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[Runa Rothgar]

The Moon Elf  Sorceress drabbed herself in black, staring out of her Father's hightower that over looked the serene landscape of Evermeet. Stacia gown, lengthy dark robes, layered with mesh and interwoven designs that only her people would tailor. 

A sigh escaped her dark painted lips; symbolizing her grief for those that she felt responsible for. 

Light rappings upon the door to the highest chamber of the tower echoed and slightly startled Stacia.  She turned from the window and gazed to the door curiously, "Yes?"

"It is me, my lily star."  


"Father?  Why do you knock at the door of your own study?!"  Stacia asks as her father opens the door.

"I value your time and privacy, daughter.  And so I come to check on you."   The Ther'Revar Lord slowly steps forward with grace.  His long Raven hair adorned with silver braces to keep silken hair away from his keen eyes that wander over his daughter with appraisal, "You have blossomed so well in mind, body, and spirit. I am saddened at your trouble."

"Father!? Do not worry yourself.. it is not your burden to bare!"  The ever so confident sorcerer submitting to her father's respect. 

Stacia knew her place, but did so because she wanted too.  Her father was always her father and she could not help but be her daughter.   Her senses softened and that child like adoration fell upon her as she smiled sweetly to him in silence for a time.


"Your words always bring me comfort, Father.  I am at a loss. I feel only loss right now." 

"You come here to flee from the things you have done, yet the visage and dreams still haunt you."  Ther'Revar coments soflty as a hand reaches to cradle his daughters cheek.

"Oh Father!"  She cries out and sends her head into his chest with a huff, sputtering and sobbing tears. 

The centuries old Father comforts her daughter a moment in silence, allowing Stacia to relieve herself of some grief. 


"Do you remember when Ary was just a kitten and you were playing by the river?" 

"Yes,  he was bouncing about as I was running with a ball and string. He leaped at it and fell into the river. I thought I lost him that day." Stacia's eyes remain closed while being comforted by her Father's mellow heartbeat. 

"You grieved and grieved, you wanted to just curl up and wither like a leaf in the fall."  A gentle hand caresses his daughters shoulders, then with a squeeze. 

"Yes.. but Mother told me to get out there and find him.. " 

"And  so you did.  Would you listen to your mother and me again, during your grief? Is this why you came?"  

"I did, but this is different. I cannot save those who are already lost."

"You can prevent those who could possibly be lost. "

"I would just cause more problems, father."  Stacia huffs and nuzzles in.  "I just want to stay here and not cause trouble anymore."


Father Ther'Revar remained quiet for a moment and snuck out a smile. 

"Where is Mother?"   The Enchantress lifts her head up , eye to eye with perked,  pointy ears.

"You will see her soon. Prepare yourself well and clean up when you meet her for she has a surprise for you."


"I do like surprises..." 

[Runa Rothgar]

The self-exiled Enchantress did as told and prepared herself for mother.  Stacia decided to wait in her own room that still remained as it was when she first left for Cormyr.  Elves and their sense of time were broad compared to humans and the sleeping quarters of the grieving sorceress would outlast even human lifetimes. 

A sudden knock on the door with a familiar voice; motherly and loving as they tickled Stacia's pointy ear. 

"My daughter, when you are ready please come to the main hall?"  

"Yes Mother! I am ready!"  Stacia's tone was a hint over flat and still bound by tragic thoughts.  Silken fingers pulled the door open to reveal Stacia's  hauntingly beautiful mother;  A high priestess of Sehanine Moonbow. 

The resemblance was strikingly mirrored between mother and daughter.  Matron Ther'Revar's face more mature and hair weaved with silver and moonstone adorned hair pins while  the youthful Stacia kept her raven strands up in a tail while bangs covered the flanks of her cheek to shadow her near flawless features.

"Stacia, you are like the finest lily during the spring.  Come.. come my dear and let us visit for awhile."  

"Yes Mother, I would truly like that.  We are having tea?"  Stacia asked while hooking an arm into her mothers and gracefully stepping towards their destination. 

"Absolutely, just how you like it.  Nothing less for my Star Lily." Stacia's mother answered while her eyes closed.  Rarely did she need sight from living in her home for centuries.  She knew every step, turn, and detail. 

"Here we are, Mother.  I am happy we can talk."  Stacia smoothed hands behind her knees, securing her dark flowing dress, before daintily plopping upon a comfortable sofa.  

"Me too, dear.  But I understand your happiness is not what it should be."  The Matron's eyes narrow inquisitively, keen and digging into Stacia's own eye gates as if gaging her heart.

"I ...yes mother. I am sure father told you of what transpired.  I wish to stop grieving, but I cannot blanket the thoughts.  I am a Sorceress.. I can master minds and clear thoughts away!  But this tragedy I cannot master!"  She huffs and takes a generous sip from her tea, soon grimacing, "Owf... Hot!"

Misses Ther'Revar stifled a smile from Stacia's ungraceful blunder. However it was quickly diminished, "You know why it cannot be mastered? To pull your mind away from this tragedy, dear?"

"Why, Mother? Please tell me?"  A hopeful gaze falls to the Priestess.

"Because it's not in your mind, it's in your heart, dear." 

"Ohh my... I ... " Stacia ponders a moment and nods with a much smaller sip of her tea. "I suppose nothing I can do about that.  I  dont know what to do, I can't return.  I want to help, but I will just do something else silly and cause more death!"  

"We all take risks for the good.  And I for one am not too happy with this settlement where our beloved coussins reside."  The priestess finally lifts her tea and brings it to her lips, lingering to take in the steamy scent.

"Why is that, Mother?" Stacia asked, confused.

"Why would such  wickedness be allowed to fester so long.  I do not have all the knowledge of the reason, but I pray to Sehanine they had a good one."  The Ther'Revar matriarch's tone stern just before brought to serenity as she sips her tea. "Mmmm.. quite a good batch."

"It is, Mother!  But perhaps it's been sometime since I had my favorite tea. Oh! Mother?" Stacia perked up.

"Yes, dear?"

"What is this surprise father spoke of?"

"I believe your father referred to me as your surprise,  Stacia'ilphu."  A regal yet soft voice resounds about the hall as a female figure approaches from the entry. 

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"Oh...my... my Queen!?"

[Runa Rothgar]

The Matriarch of the Green Isle, known as Amlaruil Moonflower calmly sits next to Stacia after her mother silently gestures for the Queen to be at home anywhere she pleases.

" You are troubled, so your parents tell me over a casual dinner a few nights ago.  They didn't wish to discuss it, but I managed to open their hearts with a little wine."  Her eyes drift to Stacia's Mother with a playful quirk.

Lady Ther'Revar could only stifle a chuckle with a sip of her tea.

"Oh dear, I am.  I have allowed a wicked evil to be released, with others, but our fellow kin, murdered by this Lich.  It's unbearable and I deserve so much worse than a time of
tea with you, My Queen."  Stacia shifts her cup towards the table, but soon balked by a gentle hand from the 'Sad' Queen.

"Your heart aches and is in torment, you have displayed your grief with your gown.  I doubt anyone here cannot feel you are in pain.  This is how our people understand each other."

Stacia remains silent as she moves the tea back to her lips, saddened eyes shifted back to her better.

"My Husband and our King had many tough choices to make and lost many of our kin for the sake of our people.  We all know our place and our risks, young Stacia.  Do you think those that were killed by this wicked Lich were unaware of the risks?"  

"I .. I.. I don't think so, My Queen. But we foolishly went inside with warning of the seal."

A sincere hand of the Queen rested upon Stacia's shoulder as she replied, "And they perhaps hoped your group could find resolution, perhaps even hope to put this Lich to rest. They thought you and your group worthy to continue and surely understood that things could turn sour.  Eventually, someone would break the Lich out.  I have learned that speculation means nothing and it's our hearts desire to do good for our people. Leaving such a being encased was sure to break; just a matter of time.  And that time fell upon you and your group."

"We failed...  I am ashamed and weak.  How can I return to Cormyr with such embarrassment? "  Stacia then points to a nearby wall, a painting, visage of her upmost beauty and adorned with the finest garments,  "Look there, It's Stacia of house Ther'Revar... she opened up a door and loosed a Lich upon our people!"  The moon elf frowns, gazing upon the portrait,  "I don't deserve that picture to hang."

"I will be the judge of that, my dear."  Stacia's mother replies with a light-hearted chuckle, "It stays."

The Queen nods in agreement, "You do not wish to sulk here in Evermeet, Stacia of House Ther'Revar.. you do not want to self-destruct in centuries of sorrow. Have you not heard of your beloved Queen grieve for her Husband's death?  A choice to join my Husband, abandon the people or stay and do my best to continue his wishes for our sakes?  Shall I leave you all now and see my Husband? I think it a great idea..."

"No! No My Queen!  Stay!" Stacia pipes up, grasping onto the sleeve of her Queen's shirt. "Please don't let me give you ideas!"

Amlaruil turned her eyes to Stacia's Mother and they both give a knowing nod to each other.

"Will you abandon those that have lost?  Will you assist them in finishing what has been started? Surely the fallen from such a wicked Lich rest in Arvandor in hopes that they will not die in vain."  Mother Ther'Revar calmy shifts closer to her daughter.

"I do not wish them more angst. But will they let me back in? Welcome me in Cormyr?  Shouldn't I pay for crimes?"  Stacia looks between the two while guzzling her now cooled tea.

"You will be fine, dear Stacia."  The Queen replies assuredly, "Make the people here proud to know that one of Evermeet has grieved for her kin, but returns refreshed and focused, ready to face the perilous undeath and hostilities that wish nothing but violence upon the land of Cormyr, gifted by our people."

"Hrmph!"  Stacia nods , sitting straight up with determination, "If this is an order, my Queen, it shall be so!"

"Your heart says it is so?  Then I shall agree and order it as so. That is the deal I make with you, Stacia." 

"It is so!"

"The Seldarine shall smile upon you and those that join in your path.  Make it right, Stacia...Bring the concerns of your people here relief knowing that we have someone capable to see this through.  We pray for you, your companions and will look forward to your great news." 

"Yes my Queen! Thank you for joining us! " She turns to her right, "Thank you Mother."  A warm smile, hand over her heart.

"You are welcome my Star Lilly. The Queen is busy and you shall be busy preparing for your return."  

The Sad Queen stands up after setting her cup down, "An honor to see you all again.  Truly humbling to know that I have such great friends and people to look after.  I sometimes feel undeserving myself. You have blossomed, Stacia. Your father taught you well and Mother groomed you to be a wonderful woman."

"Oh my.. oh thank you my Queen." She rises and curtsies in a typical elven manner.

"May the Seldarine guide your path."  With a warm smile, hand to her heart, Amlaruil turns for the exit and gracefully departs.

A deep inhale and slow exhale as Stacia's vigor rejuvenates through her lips,


"I must do this for those that have fallen... I swear it in the name of Sehanine Moonbow and the beloved Seldarine."