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Celanye : NPC female Moon Elf. Celanye is the first of the Soul Arrows of Sehanine Moonbow that Elodie meets at the City of the Dead. Dispatched by the Soul Fletcher to aid Amber against the Undead incursion, Celanye is a focused and able fighter. And, if it seems that she has spent most of... Continue Reading →
The Soul Fletcher: NPC, Moon Elf female, High Priest of Sehanine Moonbow at the Temple of the Seldarine in Waterdeep and therefore the Elf holding the highest rank in the tower where Aubray and Elodie currently reside. A truly imposing figure, she appears unapproachable and elevated far above the gritty and sordid details of the... Continue Reading →
26th Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), just before dawn. I wake in the shy light that comes before true morning. It is the twenty-sixth of Mirtul and the night of the New Moon is two days away. This thought brings me to full awareness. I begin to stretch and then freeze, abruptly... Continue Reading →
25 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), sometime after highmoon. I am flying again. The light around me dazzles with its red-gold brilliance. The same undulating crimson dunes stretch out below me. The desert wind is dry and thin but my wings are gloriously strong. I soar higher, rising with the heat in... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), close to highmoon. The Tower of Sehanine Moonbow is at its most bewitching during the nighttime hours. It glows under starlight as if the Moon Goddess were infusing her living light into its very walls. It shimmers with the myriad silver lanterns that are borne aloft... Continue Reading →
Jagodzianki (Blueberry Buns): Even a hurried breakfast at the Temple of the Seldarine would surely be memorable. An Elven-made morning feast would naturally be delicious, filling, visually striking, and conveniently portable for a Paladin with a packed schedule. Imagining how all this would translate to our world, I settled on Jagodzianki for this chapter’s recipe.... Continue Reading →
23 Mirtul, Year of Three Ships Sailing (1492 D.R.), seven bells after highmoon. I wake from a dream of a Kenku, blood welling bright from a large hole in her chest. She is cawing hopelessly and she clutches onto Quen. I watch, unmoved, as she scrabbles to use my sword to stop herself from sinking... Continue Reading →
Tears of the Seldarine 