I am Aloria

[Lambert]

I am Aloria and I know who I am. I have lived for many decades both in darkness and in the light. Never fully have I embraced either until I was faced with such evil that I felt compelled by nature and by the supernatural to flee to the light. And it is there I have dwelt ever since.

There are those who search without knowing what they search for. There are those who work for a prupose without knowing the end of their labors.

I am not one such as these.

Solonor has already shown me my ending before my true beginning took place. This God, for a reason I know not, nor will likely ever until we meet face to face, has shown me the start and ending of every major chapter in my life. Why has Solonor done this? To engender trust in the power and majesty, mercy and splendor of Solonor. Of this at least I have no doubt.

It was for this reason that I left my wanderings in the High Forest to come to Baldur's Gate. I was to be a servant of common people, people often not even of my own race. So solonor showed me. Solonor also showed me from my youth the face of my true enemy, who I would become to defeat this enemy, and how to defeat it by first destroying the enemy within while also learning to love the mortal I was.

And so it is that I have come to the Gate. Nare a possession in hand. Only my rudimentary skills. For many seasons I have helped many. Not only in guiding them along the Trade way road or the Lion's way from the Gate all the way to Nashkel, but with the wisdom of the forest. Many are those who fly from their past or from their errors, only to fly into greatter error. Thus I bring hope and the teachings of Solonor. Not as dogma to be driven by the point of a sword, of which I am well capable as many minotaur will attest should they ever wax to the literrary style, but through patience, humility, love, and most importantly example.

I am a warrior of many campeigns. I have led war parties. I have spoken to beings of influence as well as character.

My journey now is one of humility and service. Gone are the days of vain glory, battle to promote my skill and honor, and the subjugation of the foolhardy. Now I begin to bend like the reed and breathe like the forest.

For Solonor has shown me that great wars are not far in the distance. That great clouds of war, pestillence, dispair, and fear loom ahead. It is with patience that I understand that with great evil one must deal with it only with even greater love. For we are all brothers and sisters and we all serve the purpose of light, one way or another.

I am at peace. All is ready within. I can sense though that a great test is before me. The Drow are twined closely to my destiny. Many are the drow that sought my life, and for no reason I can fathom. It is my hope that even a foul drow, dark in complection and character, if esteemed enough with the true character of a servant of Solonor, may repent of evil and seek life.

It is without a doubt in my mind that true merit is not found in exploits, power, fame, riches, or esteem. It is in the saving of even one soul. Even one soul and it's redemption would bring a tear of Slonor upon me. And with great desire do I pine and thirst to but feast on the tears of Solonor.

Aloria ap Ravar

Dark Raven of the hunter

[Lambert]

Aloria finishes a long day hunting Minotaurs, spiders, and hags in an attempt to keep the creatures within the boundaries of the cloakwood. On her way back to Beregost she notices dark shapes skirting the edge of the forest. Quickly she hides herself and slowly makes her way to the direction of the dark band of creatures, but by the time she arrives near Beregost she see's the battle is ended. Goblins and Drow lie strewn about.

Entering the city itself she comes across Beren Cross who tells her disturbing news. The Drow have made a dark promise and are looking for a "black one".

Aloria continues south where she is to meet for the first time the leaders of the Naskell Trade Emporium. There she joins the group and remembers well the name Tomar the Black. A man responsible for the last attack on Nashkell that led to it's fall. She wonder's if this Tomar the Black is the same as the "Black One" the Drow referred to. Or if perhaps it has to do with the Wyndsouls, the ones the drow gnome necomancer came to find.

Aloria keeps her ears to the wind and her eyes looking for tracks and more clues. The hunt is on, and the hunter is looking for it's prey.

[Lambert]

I have become a seeker of the circle. I have spoken to Galen and he has initiated me and blessed me at the shrine of Silvanus. I have told him of my troubles and my soul tie to the singer of dirges. He has given me council and promised to pray for me daily, and to ask all those of the circle to pray as well.

He recommended frequant visits to the shrine of Silvanus as a remedy and I have been accomplishing this. It frightens me that of late I have less and less need of food and drink and tire less and less. My joy from nature seems diminised and on occassion I swoon with pains in my bones that cause me nearly to fall.

[Lambert]

I am but a wanderer with no roof other then the sky and the trees. My roots do not keep in any one place. And yet he finds me wherever I go. I do not know the thing that drives his need to see me from time to time, but I bless him when he does, and I feel that is why he comes.

But all associations bring a cost. For me and for him. I am not gifted with the sight, but I know the color of a river, the form of a mountain, and the feel of a trail. So, I know that others will not understand, and persecution will soon follow.

However, I am guided by Solonor and I feel her strength with me. Strange that these dark hours have brought me all the closer to her divine countenance and will. I still yearn for the tears of Solonor, a desire of my youth, but I have not felt their touch yet.

I am entrusted with my ward. My charge. And as best as I can I will not fail him. But, will he fail himself? Time will tell. I can not but hope that at least some great evil has been averted or lessened. I am but a pawn of the Seldarine, and if they choose me to check mate the king, then so be it. For truly I am a servant of the Seldarine. A servant goes where his masters tell him to go and does his duty well. For that is the servant's call.

It pleases me also. I find liberty and joy in it. My peace has been complete for many years now. Nothing has shaken it. Not even the darkest of shadows.

[Lambert]

It seems many seasons have gone by. I yearn for a place in this land to call home.

I have found such a place amongst the circle and they have welcomed me as a ranger. Many a friend amongst my people I have made, and it warms my heart.

Still I feel pangs of sadness for elves who wander Baldur's Gate without a purpose or a place. I have called a meeting to correct this. To unite my brother and sisters into a common people and hopefully a common purpose.

That purpose is to create a family amongst elves. A place of security, warmth, friendship, and love.

I pray for the guidance of the Seldarine.

As for my ward, I have not seen him for a great length of time, yet I continue to pray for his soul, as do many others who I have asked to do the same. I hope he fairs well and has turned from shadows to light. Much as I once did long ago. Well, he is certainly not without the aid of the Seldarine. I hope he is well.

Today is the meeting among my people. I pray it goes well and we are of one mind. I hope they all see that we must see each other as a family.

[Lambert]

The world has changed today. But I have not changed with it.

I do not know what will come of this, but I hope beyond hope that whatever does come, will be something better then it was yesterday.

The elves are gathering.

I have staired inside the darkness that is the Underdark. The favored soul of Tyr Beren Cross has shown me the path to darkness, a path I would not have considered had the underdark not birthed to the serface it's malformed children of darkness, the drow.

These drow, cunning warriors all, have assualted my dear sister Elrithmithrade. How dare they? Do they not understand she is a beloved sister of her people? Do they not know the anger that they draw out of the maple tree that is her people? The sap will not stop flowing. Not until they taiste the sweetness of their labors. And yet, this is not vengeance, nor is it justice, it is simply the stirring of the giant they have awackened. The children of the Seldarine will be one.

A fourth drow has fallen to my blades. And since that last encounter I have heard that an orc and a drow hunt for me. I am a hunter and I understand the hunt. I am always hunting.

And another battle I must fight is for my ward. My father taught me that if you save a life, you become responsible for it. My ward is very troubled. I have consulted with the scholar Myhun of Candlekeep on how I can reverse my ward's dark pacts. The wizard did in fact have a plan. I will have to discuss it with my ward. I am still not convinced that his path is firmly set in the ways of the Seldarine, and he is like a waif in the ways of his true people. Lost, frightenend, angry, and afraid. For sure he is skilled and powerful, but he has no idea of what the true purpose of life is yet; to serve others not oneself.

And then there are my people. Always my people. The other day a wood elf by the name of Ellyn was hunting in the cloakwood with a dwarven mage. Little did she know an orc was hunting and slaying people in the woods. I stayed hidden, watching her, and keeping her safe until the danger passed and the orc moved on. I casted a powerful protective spell upon her and then departed. My people take great risks in the wilds.

There are drow, orcs, and other things that hunt my people. This can not be allowed to stand without a response. My blades are eager and swift to give their lessons of pain and blood.

And so the hunter has become the hunted. I suppose the drow seek to regain the honor they lost in battle against myself and Elrithimithrade. I believe my swords have more lessons to teach.

The ancient treants have stirred. They have listened to the call of the children of the Seldarine. They know of the wish of the elves to live in safety and surety in the woods with them. For the foul darkness gathers like a chocking wind spreading across the unsuspecting lands. I see the signs. I seek a safe harbor for my people. A place to gather and strengthen themselves. A place to rise above the foul winds of the future war with the drow. Still, more important then war, my people must find their true soul and heritage. To find the beauty of our people and to grow in the knowledge and warmth of that beauty, lest they become like the drow. Empty shadows of rage, pride, and avarice. Never knowing fulfillment, and mostly beyond the understanding of hope and redemption.

My life has been twisted around and around. Around my ward. Around my people. Around my duties as a ranger of the circle protecting the lands. They say a rope twisted among many others is stronger. Let us see if that rope can resist the drow and orcs that seek to cut it. Let the cut come. And if the one who cuts fails, let him understand the error of his ways.

I suppose my fate will be no different then the lost ranger Sarah of the fields. She was so steadfast in her determination to fight the undead that even death did not stop her quest. I fear such will be my fate. That neither my future death, nor my enemies will stop what I have started. Such is my hope at least. Even if I fall, let my people be united, let my ward find his true people, and let the circle live and serve all those it has for generations. This is my prayer to Correllon. This is my prayer to Solonor. This is my prayer to Mielikki. It is a prayer that never departs my lips. It sings in my soul, my mind, my body, and my sword dance. Let the gods see it. And if it pleases them, let them bless it.

[Lambert]

Long have I taisted the bitter juice of depression. The meager pickings of love in companions I find dishartening. My labors, like a mother working to give birth, are rought with many pains.

A council of elves is formed. What it will accomplish remains to be seen. But at least it is strong enough to call forth the children of the seldarine and to attempt to create a military and diplomatic branch to it's trunk.

Many I had great hopes for have turned to prideful pursuits. Vengeance. Always vengeance. Beren Cross has succumbed to pride instead of the lesson of humility and struck down the Captain Justin Crownsilver in anger for pursuing him without pity. My ward has given up all hope because he lacked the will and courage to hold onto any hope, lest he suffer hope's loss, and brought upon himself a situation that is truly hopeless. My beloved sister, drawn into the prideful actions of Beren has spent time in prison, and her people have not stood by her save myself and few others.

Elrithimithrade, of all the elves, understands what family is and the importance of Blood. I fear too many of the elves seek power and political advantage over humble service to their people. A spirit of trust and filial love is lacking. I often doubt why I try to lead my people since I know well the pointlessness of leading people who love too little. It matters little. What power I may have had I made certain to spread among all the council. Alarice does give me great hope as does Fircair. Truly they are like myself. Though Alarice speaks too little. At least Fircair is becoming more bold. I believe many underestimate the character and resolve of Elrithimithrade. For my part, I will strive to support her. I wish Elohir was more often around. I find a certain strength in him that is uncommon. A kind of humility that calls one out like a flower calls to bees. It is sweet to taiste and leads only to good things.

I am uncertain what the future brings. I am at the end of the road of my visions. Beyond this point Solonor has not shown me what comes next. The dreams of the future are silent, and instead I see darkness only, which for the first time in many decades, gives me the sensation of dread.

I do not think it is because of the Fist. Though the Fist, aptly named, seems content only in guarding it's power jealsouly, regardless of the outcome, there may yet be hope amongst men. I have yet to see a truly wise leader arise from the councils of men and Baldur's Gate, but the one who released Elrithimithrade and Elriandar may prove to be such a one. I am uncertain who that was, perhaps Duke Eltan. I hope that Aleilsum and Faerwynn can strengthen ties with that city. Many great things could be wrought from an alliance with the Gate.

As for the dwarves they are rather silent. I miss their banter and blunt honesty. I miss their mirth and lust for life. I hope to strengthen ties with them, should the council deam me fit for service as an ambassador to them.

But all these thoughts are drawn out of the coming storm. And my mind's eye always see's that storm. Dark. Stark. Lightening and Thunder. Great evil. Great darkness. I can see it coming closer, rushing towards me as if to devour me. Always have I tried to hold onto hope, but I fear that my greatest test will be forgiveness to my new elven family, for I will be handed over to all my enemies soon unless Solonor and Corellon themselves step in and show mercy to the least of their daughters.

Aloria

[Lambert]

I busy myself with work, work, and more work. For rest I go hunting. My mind is troubled and never at rest.

The attack on Elrithmithrade has left her mind fractured and I have lost my greatest allie, though of course, still have her loving friendship. If I had not had that I would have given up long ago. Saving my life was only one of the many blessings she has done for me. It is unjust of me to hold onto my anger at her any longer for the affair with Erwin. As bizarr as that was to me. I hope to find a magical means of restoring her mind and will power. I have been searching far and wide for such items, but with little luck.

It always seems that the elves are under attack, but at least for now there are no enemies from within and we know who it is we can not trust.

It seams that Rysdan Sith, twisted with pride, arrogance, and deciet continues in his old ways. I have given him one chance to make amends for his actions and his role in the assination attempt on Elrithmithrade, but soon after reports of his continued association with Drow reached my ears. At least he revealed that the council member who plotted the death of the council was Faerwynn. I am not surprised by this revelation as Faerwynn was always trying to grasp at power within the council. He might have succeeded if his efforts and contributions had matched at least as much as Fircair's who besides myself and Elrithmthrade have been the most tireless and staunch supporters of Doron Amar and the elves in this region. Yet, Rysdan continues to spread his poison I hear, telling other elves that I am evil, and likely that someone else should take the lead of Doron Amar, likely himself.

As sad as it may seem to me, though I disagree with Galen'aels logic and ethical apraisal of the Shadow Druids, he is right about the elves having foibles and having difficulties staying together and united. Unlike the Circle who has always had, until recently, only members of good character and values. Perhaps I must be more patient on who we allow into position of responsibility. Yes, I think I will.

It also saddens me that this divide between the Circle and the Doron Amar has made it difficult to trust the Circle. Who else in the Circle knows about the activities of the Shadow Druids and for how long? Why did they never warn me or the elven council? It troubles me. I had wanted to bring more elves from the Rangers of Mielikki into the new council, but now I must wait till the matter is more stable between the Circle and Doron Amar.

At least Deus the warmage has made good progress. He has already secured enough elves to start the Istarion Concalve, though I have been a little untrue to him and telling him he needed more then he has. I only want him to succeed. I would say the Istarion at this moment shows the greatest promiss for our people.

The Mathora goes well, though I have not seen Aurora for quite some time. I also find it strange that every time I enter an area with Cathenya she leaves. I do not know if she see's that as rudeness or is simply busy, but it is rude. Besides an attempt on my life or that of my friends, rudeness has always been the thing I dislike the most.

In any case, the work on Doron Amar continues. So many have been helpful and devoted. Ryll in particular in his work with the smith's has been of great boon to us. Aurora and her dedication and skills also. Just yesterday I have recieved an envoy from Lord Nasher himself who swears to defend my life and the lives of the elven council. These I hope are good signs. I still have not recieved any word from the ap Ravar clan or Evermeet. A sun elf has arrived from Silvermoon in response to my letter to Lady Alustriel. That is encouraging. A most unexpected friend has been Myhun as well as Roxanne. They have, in large part, been one of the greatest reasons why we have come through the difficulties with Rysdan and Erwin. I hope this is the beginning of an alliance with the Dukes and the Fist. I have long promised to have a meal with Myhun, I must correct this situation. I do not always agree with Myhun's methods or how he speaks, but his acts speak well enough for him. I owe him a great deal and will honor him when the opportunity arises. I have been rude to him in keeping him waiting so long.

There have been so many attacks and enemies and set backs of late I wonder if Doron Amar is truly worth my life. The only thing that makes me believe so is the love I recieve from my family, though so many are neglectful in their kindness to me. They do not know how much they wound my heart.

I feel like a mother with many children. I wish for a mother for myself it would seem. But I suppose that time is past. I am now the elder and must watch over the younger. I truly hope that more elves show good character and commitment to Doron Amar. This would give me time to rest and take my ease.

I will find a grotto soon and fall asleep. The reverie is calling to me and I have neglected it for far too long. Orlpar is looking at me funny as I think this. He knows me best. Yes my little Orlpar, help me find a hidden grotto far from my troubles where we two can take rest and enjoy nature together, just the two of us, like old times. Perhaps you can watch over me while I fall asleep and forget my troubles. A long Reverie. Yes, perhaps that is the answer.

Aloria ap Ravar

[Lambert]

Painting of Doron Amar landscape

One must always study history, for all things are based in the past. The sins of the parents are always handed down to the children, but so are the blessings. But not all blessings or curses are from the parents, but from those who hate and love them. The formation of alliances and enemies, both recent and ancient, are often simple re-enactments of an ages old battle older then the oldest living elves. They say it started with the Gods. If that is so then even the heavens are at war and peace is our most precious and rare treasure. And yet it is not gods who continue this fighting, but the mortals.

We are children of the Seldarine, created most perfectly of all the races, and once the rulers of Faerun. For a time we lived in peace and security. However, pride cast us down and we paid greatly for the sins of our brothers in the Crown Wars.

Shattered and scattered my people were. To this day we remain so, though we begin to come together again and gather under the banners of Evermeet and Eversaka. Even now in the Shadowdale elves attempt to rebuild the lost city of Myth Drannor. Is it my fate to always walk the forests in search of my people? Yet the call from Eversaka and Evermeet has been given out many years ago, and as is the nature of my people, we move, albiet slowly, to the completion of our plans. So to Eresaka and Evermeet the people go. Far from the impossible and numerous enemies of peace and rational sense. However there are those elves among my people who crave the test of life in danger. To test one's love against great hatred. That is one of the reasons I have decided to stay in the Dale Lands to aid in the fortifying of Myth Drannor. Though in truth perhaps I seek respit from my many years search of Elrithmithrade Tir'Draliun, a hero of the elven people.

This book is my personal recounting of the events of my years in region of Baldur's Gate. It contains the most accurate recounting of the years of that time and should serve as instruction to other elves on the dangers of interacting with humans. These events took place around the start of the first migrations to Eversaka and Evermeet. DR 1215.

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I myself was born and raised in the High Forest among the ap Ravar clan of Wood Elves. Rangers all with some exception, it was my time to see my spiritual dream quest born, and it took me to the region of Baldur’s Gate. I followed a white elk with Orlpar until I came to the crest of the forest and hills where in the distance I could see Baldur’s Gate.

Baldur’s Gate was the first large human settlement I had ever been to. I was struck by the human warriors in metal carrying heavy weapons as if ready for war. The flapping banners. The noises of the people and town were strange and I could not feel the forest. The smell was terrible. I could smell the urine and feces of its inhabitants wherever I was in the city. Later I would come to understand that the stench of the place matched the selfishness and lack of love, or as some would say evil, of it’s leaders and people.

Why anyone would want to live in this city when they could live in the forest was beyond me. But I found that the people of the city could not hear the voice of the forest. They did not hear the whisper of the Seldarine. They have their own ways, customs, and as I would find out, laws. These customs and laws in no way reflected who they really were, but it only defined how the world percieved them, and for them, that was all that mattered. Power, wealth, position, control, and competition was the only thing they seemed to truly understand. It blinded them to their true selves. Beings made by beings of light, intended to serve the purpose of truth, justice, peace, and love. Instead they strove after titles and lorded their power over their subjects and made sure their subject felt the bottom of their feet. I pity them, though in truth, I do not think often of them. When I see a crippled deer I sometimes think of those leaders and humans of Baldur's Gate, and offer a prayer for them to the Seldarine.

The people of Baldur's Gate are not judged by their own brothers but by strangers who have authority to make rulings and judgements on all the people. Often these judgements are not based on virtue or truth, but on friendships of those in power or special interests, often at the expense of the common citizen. The people were separated by classes. The greatest among them are dukes, and they have great power and authority. At their command is a legion of warriors called the fist. The Fist are a band of human mercenaries who guard their power and borders jealously, without consideration to any except their masters the Dukes of Baldur’s Gate.

I found many elves in the city. I was surprised how many. I thought my people should not forget the voice of the forest nor their ancient heritage. Of all the races, only elves have managed to live in harmony with nature, in true balance, as shown by the great beauty and simplicity of their lifestyle and homes. Greed and pride is what drove us to shame in the Crown Wars. I fear such things live and breed in the human town of Baldur’s Gate as well, and likely many other such human towns. And yet, I can not deny that it is a most interesting place and that there are people who live their who have great nobility of spirit and a great unselfish love, but they are the far exception and not the rule. Such people as the human woman Merielle of Ilmater and the gnome Tuk Tuluk.

This is a warning to my people to avoid the human cities as they are breeding grounds of corruption. But are we elves immune to such distractions? I have long discovered the price of distractions, and one must constantly test oneself. One must live constantly on guard, keeping one’s self ready and direct. The people must stay lean and disciplined. They must set an example for simplicity and communal unselfish love and service. As time would show I was both naïve and faithful to my beliefs. Evil takes root in all souls, not just humans, but in the hearts of elves as well. There were few who had the courage to stand in the Truth, either out of human respect, or for fear of the Fist and their blind Dukes. The Dukes were totally detached from the hearts and minds of their people and ruled only through discipline and the authority of military power. I came to realize that many of the leaders of Baldur’s Gate came from a martial background. Some suffering from the lives they took in battle no doubt. Their rest was not easy, but they likewise troubled the rest, taking their peace from them as well, even though they had noble intentions. Good fruit can not posper in foul soil.

For those elves who are unfamiliar, those of the martial background live a style of life and leadership that believes only in the mission, and that life is expendible and replacable.

I saw many dark times in Baldur's Gate and saw much evil from people.

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I realized early on that there were so many elves in Baldur’s Gate that did not move on to Eversaka or Evermeet and that these elves could band together to form a home in the region. Many believed that I was wrong, that there were not enough elves in the region. Other were afraid of the power the elves might have If united and did what they could to diminish our plans. But such a home could prove to be a safe haven and a source of peace to my people in the region so I went forward with the plans with the help of many others.

With this intention I searched out other elves. My first find was a warrior elf named Elrithmithrade Tir’Draluin. I spoke to her of a home for elves and the start of a new elven community and at first she shied away. She said she had seen too many difficulties from such enterprises in the past and was wary of attempting such a daunting venture. Anther elf was with us. He was a wild mage who wanted to lead such a venture. Such elves I found abundant, always seeking the highest portion or position, yet when time came to work with others, he could not be counted upon.

Eventually Elrithmithrade consented to help, but she seemed to hold back at first. Slowly did she come around, and when she finally did, she was the most stalwart, faithful, and hard working of all the elves seeking to form Doron Amar. Alas, her initial fears were not misplaced, as her work cost her her mind.

Elrithmithrade and I called for a meeting of elves. At this meeting several elves had come. Many chose to say little and only listen. Some wandered off, not interested in joining us. A warrior of house Wyndsoul was there, Aleilsum. His romantic interest Alarice Llarythlin, a bladesinger came as well. There was a ranger with a elven lady who whispered between themselves and offered many criticisms of our people in the region. In the end it was decided that at that meeting it would be good for the elves to have a home in this region. The head of the Wyndsoul Noble House, a Duke of Baldur’s Gate, came also and he promised that House Wyndsoul would aid in the venture. He did not stay long for the meeting and this was one of two times I had the opportunity to speak with Duke Wyndsoul. Duke Wyndsoul had a reputation of having uncontrolled bouts of rage and raising his house up by destroying all those he considered at opposition with his goals or who offended him. I had my doubts of his sincerity, and in the end he never did contribute to the safety or the construction of Doron Amar.

Afterwards, I hunted with a small party of elves in the North, close to the High Forest. Isenduil Eriadon a ranger of the Circle was there. A very skilled ranger armed with two short swords. His martial skill was amazing, and I count him one of the most skilled warriors I have ever seen in battle. Also, Faerynn Ara'dhel was there, a Druid of the circle, in full command of the forces of nature. Elrithmithrade and I were there as well. Fircair Miruvorwas there too with his bow, another ranger of the circle. We all hunted the stone giants together, who that day came at us in great numbers, and we fought a blue dragon. With the blood of the blue dragon spilled out before us, our perceptions of our abilities and strength was magnified, and all agreed that we would work to see a place for our people. An Elven Home.

Many meetings occurred, led most often by myself and Elrithmithrade, about 12 or more in total. During the time we finally decided to form the White Council, a named created by Faerynn, the incident with Beren Cross broke out and threatened the whole venture. Beren Cross was a favored soul of Tyr who frequented the Trade’s Way, Cloakwood, and Lion’s way. He was stalwart warrior who hunted those who broke the law. He was very well known to the elves because of his constant patrols and the elves learned to trust and like him. I remember my own first meeting with him in the cavern of the minotaurs in the Cloakwood. In those days he wore blue armor and carried a great shield and long sword. He was perhaps one of the must frustratingly arrogant humans I had ever met, and his idea of justice was so rigid and unflinching that I felt he had the potential of being very dangerous if one fell on the wrong side of his vision. The redeeming quality that he had that attracted me to him was that he stood not just in words against those who practice darkness, but he acted on those principles. Because of that I forgave him his youth and arrogance. He was also a hunter of the drow and for that my people respected him greatly. Soon he desired to join the Fist. He complained openly that the Fist was unjust and behaved dishonorably at times and he hoped to reform it. I fear it was this sentiment combined with his arrogance and pride the led to his doom, and nearly the doom of the Elven Home, the mage Elriandar, and Elrithmithrade.

Painting of Elrithmithrade Tir'Draluin

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I was not present when it happened, but apparently the leader of the Fist Sir Justin Crownsilver, a skilled warrior who had commanded the Fist with honor and devotion for many years, and Beren Cross had a confrontation that led to blows. A temperamental dwarf named Daff was with Sir Justin and Elrithmithrade and Elriandar were with Beren. A fight broke out between the two and without thinking Elrithmithrade picked up her axe in defense of Beren and struck down and killed Sir Justin Crownsilver. It was then that I arrived at the tragedy. Aleilsum carried the body of Sir Justin Crownsilver to the temple of Helm and I went with him. However Sir Justin Crownsilver was raised from the dead by the priest that same hour, however he pretended to be dead to insight the action of the Dukes with more vigor. So deep and poisonous was his venom and hatred for Beren Cross that he would bring him down any way he could, and any who stood by the noble and Proud Favored Soul of Tyr.

After that act, many friends of Beren Cross disappeared for fear of the retribution of the Fist and the Dukes. Others were hunted and imprisoned by the Fist. Some were tortured. Some just stayed quite and did nothing. Little did they know that their inaction only led to many more injustices, and I am certain many more occured after I left that region. I had heard from Beren that previous to this tragic encounter the Fist and Duke Eltan himself had come out to speak with Beren in the Tade Way. I was not there but I am guessing Beren was becoming a thorn in the side of the Fist. In the end Beren was executed by the Fist. Before Beren met with Duke Eltan he had told me in private that Sir Justin Crownsilver had privately threatened him by saying "you will regret crossing me in the end, you'll see."

The Dukes of Baldur’s Gate, in their own wisdom, decided to free Elrithmithrade from imprisonment and ban her for a time from Baldur’s Gate. This was a great mercy, which Elrithmtihrade cooperated with, however it caused a rift within the elves and between the elves and Baldur’s Gate that remains to this day.

Many elves were angry at Elrithmithrade for taking the life of Sir Justin Crownsilver, in particular Aleilsum of house Wyndsoul. I was walking down the trade way when Duke Wyndsoul himself appeared with his sword drawn and demanded to know where I stood on the matter of Beren Cross. He then threatened me with death should I stand against the Fist in any way, even with words. I suppose this book is an act of treason. The elves of Myth Drannor would do well to shun such elves as Duke Wyndsoul.

It was felt that only close ties with Baldur’s Gate could ensure a future for our people in the region. Certainly this was not a good start. Elriandar himself evaded the Fist for some time but eventually decided to leave the region and never return. He was angry at the elves for not standing by Elrithmithrade in her time of imprisonment. Indeed, it seemed that there was little we could do. The fist are a legion of warriors, while we elves were but a few dozen at most. In any case, more hostility seemed the worse possible venue. However it was a struggle for me every day that Elrithmithrade was in the Fist Dungeon.

I decided it would be best to send representatives to the Dukes and Sir Justin Crownsilver’s family to make peace. Many gifts were entrusted to Aleilsum and Faerwyn to be given to Sir Justin’s family and the Dukes. Our sincere apologies were to be given for this tragic event.

Soon after we formed a White Council, it’s sole task was to be responsible for the building and preparation for building the elven home. The council was elected by the people. In the end Toshiro, Aleilsum, Alarice, Aleilsum, Faerynn, Fircair, Elohir, and myself were elected. Toshiro, an elf who had never attended any meetings except for the one in which he was nominated for council was elected over Elrithmithrade. Toshiro was a ranger of the Circle, so perhaps his connection with Faerynn and the other elves of the Circle is what propelled a conspicuously absent elf in elven affairs, to this position of responsibility and leadership over Elrithmithrade. This shocked me as of all the elves Elrithmithrade had put the most work into the fellowship besides perhaps myself. I was not surprised when Elohir, a ranger of the Circle, stepped down so that Elrithmithrade could take his place. Elohir of all the elves I have ever met in the region of Baldur’s Gate is graced with true humility and a sense of justice. I had always greatly liked and admired him, but until that moment, I thought of him well only, after that I saw him as a true brother. This causes me even greater pains now because of the rift the shadow druids have caused between us and the circle. Thus in great controversy this White Council, as Faerynn called it, was created and we set about organizing and gathering the things we needed to build the Elven Home.

We decided that it would be wise to send out ambassadors to various peoples. We also started to save and collect in secret the resources we would need to build the Elven Home. We still could not decide a true name for the Elven Home and so it remained unnamed for quite some time. I sent out letters to the rulers of Evermeet, Alustriel Silverhand of Silvermoon, and the Elders of the Ravar clan seeking help.

I must say that this White Council was made up of capable and brave elves. They did respect each other and helped each other a great deal. We had many hopes but we also encountered many tragedies and losses. The first of which was Elriandar leaving us. He was tasked with creating laws for our people and held the money for the Elven Home. One day he decided to leave without any word and took with him much gold that we had been saving for the elven home and the work on the laws unfinished. Toshiro also left soon after, but since he had never contributed anything to the elven people his loss was not felt.

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We realized that because of poor relations with Baldur’s Gate and also the many drow and other dark groups in the region, we needed to form a militia of our own to protect the Elven Home. Elrithmithrade, Fircair, and myself met and decided that warriors were needed to defend our people. At this time a brave elven warrior named Shevril appeared and had united several followers of Severash into a group called “The Night Hunters.” Many elves formed under his leadership such as Deirendel Trueflight, Asterin Gilgandra, Wthyran Tal, and others. Fircair started to make gestures to Shevril at that time to unite with us so that we may be the stronger and larger as a group. Eventually the Night Hunters joined in our efforts and our family grew. Elrithmithrade came up with the name for our warriors called “The Methora Tel’Quessir.” It was around this time that Bah’hal, the drow, had started to further attempt to devour my soul and managed through arcane means to possess my body. Using my body he attempted to use my position within the elven people to gain their aid in destroying his enemy, General Glaive Soulblight, a undead knight who makes his abode in a castle in Icewind Dale. Bah’hal used my mortal body to make an attempt to destroy Glaive with the help of Fircair, but it was not successful. My body lay broken at the bottom of the ocean and my soul was set free. I ventured around the lands as a spirit for many years, learning about the people of Baldur’s Gate, the Night Hunters, and my people from the ether. In the ether I fought with Bah’hal and he tore at my memories of Elrithmtihrade.

While I was in the spirit I realized how many hated the elves, possibly because of what happened to Sir Justin Crownsilver, and how many took a vested interest in the fate of myself and the white council, not out of love or kindness, but more out of vain curiosity, hatred, or anger. I have heard once that people hate because they love others. I felt that hatred most keenly in my spirit and it wounded me more then any blade ever did. I remember well when I and Elrithmithrade where near Sir Justin Crownsilver when he boasted and asked Elrithimthirade and I, "You know what happened to Beren Cross don't you?" It is that kind of pettyness that best exemplifies the nature and character of Baldur's Gate and it's Dukes.

General Glaive Soulblight made a bargain with my people that if they destroyed Bahl’hal, he would return my body unharmed to my people. Elrithmithrade had gathered a large party of several citizens of Baldur’s Gate and Elven Warriors and managed somehow to get my body back, purify it of the taint of Bahl’hal, and defeat Bahl’hal. Of all the elves it was the love of Elrithmithrade that saved me. I also met Merielle the priestess of Ilmater. It was her who purified my body and ultimately it was her that destroyed Bah’hal, so I have been told. After much time I was again walking among the living. After so much time gone I felt like a stranger in a land I had never been to before.

Soon after the Mathora’Tel’Quessir was formed but in my absence many things had happened. Aleilsum and Alarice had left to Evermeet. Fircair became more and more absent as other things drew him away from the region. Fircair, one of the most committed, kind, and honorable of elves has been sorely missed. At this time, of the white council, only Elrithmithrade, myself, and Faerwynn remained.

However soon even Elrithmithrade was defeated from her place in the council as she had suffered a grievous wound to her mind that left her unable to serve either in the council or as the commander of the Mathora’Tel’Quessir.

It was then that Faerynn became even more insistent then ever that a speaker for the people be chosen and that I should be the Commander for our forces. In the past, whenever Faerwynn came to a meeting of elves he always wanted one leader to be elected for our people, even though it was decided that a council should lead our people. It was obvious to all that he wanted to be this leader. At this time, just after I was again walking the lands with my body restored to me fully, I was trying to rebuild the council and had Shevril appointed to a position on the council over Rysdan Sith, a Night Hunter of questionable values. Faerynn seemed very adamant to have this Rysdan, a dark ranger, positioned on the council, much as he had been behind the appointment of Toshiro. I was glad when in the end Shevril finally agreed to take on the mantle of leadership. I know not what drove Faerynn to his sinister and sadistic actions, but I can only assume it was ambition. I also suspect he is one of those who see's only his own glory at the cost of any other victims, no matter how innocent.

I received a letter from the mage Myhun Kren of Baldur’s Gate. He warned me that the Fist were watching several elves of questionable character. I was astounded by the number he had told me. I grew very angry. I had started an investigation of my own at that point. In recruiting for the Mathora’Tel’Quessir an elf name Ryll Cathlemets revealed to me that he had a meeting with Rysdan Sith and that Rysdan had stated that he had an alliance with someone on the White Council who conspired to take control of the White Council. Soon after Elrithmithrade was wounded in her mind. This was just before she was to begin a campaign against the followers of Bhaal.

We all knew that a series of events had led up to Elrithmithrade’s mind becoming permanently damaged, but we did not know how or who. In time when few active leaders remained in the White Council, my most stalwart friend and beloved companion was rendered barely able to speak or form thoughts. I had received word from one of my Mathora that Rysdan had been plotting with a council member to take over the leadership of the elves. It was eventually discovered that this was the conspiracy of twisted elves by the name of Erwin Merikol, Rysdan Sith, and Faerynn as revealed by the words of the captured and defeated Erwin Merikol and Rysdan Sith. It made sense. Faerynn overtly ambitious stance in the recent and distant past, and the words left to us by the Dark One, that he would strike at the elves in a time of his choosing to destroy the council and the elven home in the early days, struck home.

I captured Rysdan Sith myself and brought him to the deep Cloakwood where the Shadow Druids dwell. I thought that if the Shadow Druids saw me take him prisoner for questioning that would force their hand, and if Faerwynn was truly the leader of the Shadow Druids he would send help. As it turns out several Balors came. Merielle claimed that they came to destroy Rysdan, probably before he could reveal what he knew, but I believe they came to free him, and if that failed, perhaps to kill him. To this day I still believe that Rysdan probably keeps his ties to the Shadow Druids. When I captured him he told me he had powerful allies that I could not even begin to imagine. Soon after the Balors appeared.

Rysdan was always skilled in deception and kept many dark associates. Though he hunted with the Night Hunters my brother Maile told me he saw him converse with familiarity with three drow. Others also brought to our ears of Rysdan’s sinister connections. To this day Rysdan behaves in ways that shows someone of impatience with a strong greed for power and vengeance.

Within the council I put an end to Faerynn’s quest to become the leader of the elves of Doron Amar and I strove to find new elves to re-make the council. To this day the council remains secret to protect themselves as too many elves who once formed this council left in despair or were gravely injured or killed. It seemed like the fiery forces of the abyss itself was determined to see us fail.

At this time the council and people finally decided to find a name for our future home. Doron Amar and work progressed upon it. It had been the work of seven years that led up to this time. Shevril had left us for reasons I do not understand to this day, much as Aleilsum and Alarice left for reasons equally mysterious. It seemed that Baldur’s Gate was indeed inhospitable to elves.

Another elf, a source of hope, by the name of Deus Di'mastailuin stood up with great energy, conviction, and determination - at this dark time when I was losing all hope - started a new branch of Doron Amar, the Istarion, the mages of our people. He quickly found a sun elf of great arcane skill, character, and wisdom named Dajala Silverleaf. The two set out to unite the elves who mastered the arcane and formed new alliances. It was later that Deus, I believe the story goes, in the defense of Merielle and the child William, summoned a Balor. Because of this he was to be banished from Doron Amar but before the official proclamation could be made the Fist executed him.

Yet another elf I had hoped for departed from us. And it is also of note that I have not heard from Elrithmithrade for quite some time.

My hope is at it’s thinnest. And yet another elf of kindness and pragmatism has appeared. A most unassuming Night Hunter name Wthyran Tal, skilled in the hunt, with a fierce hatred of the Drow even greater then my own. He has become like a father to the elves of Doron Amar and I think of myself as the mother. Where I am peaceful, forgiving, and merciful, he is firm, stern, and has a fatherly vision.

It was his vision that saw to the necessity of us burning our dream of Doron Amar when the orcs came at us after we started to hunt them. Alas he did not discuss his bold actions but acted alone. I suppose he felt he was right in what he did, perhaps he knew the hearts of the leaders of Baldur's Gate better then I and knew we had no other recourse. Perhaps.

We had discovered that the orcs were searching out Doron Amar. We decided to cull the orcs and send them a message. We had known of the orcs capabilities from battling with them many times before. But after our attacks, the Orcs organized under a new clan or orcs of great power, skill, and determination. I put out a call for aid and scores of adventurers came in droves. These were skilled and powerful andventurers, their magics glowing in ready power to smite the orc clans. But Wthyran Tal came and said that the orcs had called a truce and did not want any conflict with the elves. That they had said that they just wanted to be left alone. Wthyran did not want to march with these to fight the Orcs, but had other plans. I was told to ask these brave adventurer army to disband. Then without discussing it Wthyran went and set Doron Amar ablaze with fire. He did not discuss this with the council but took the action alone. He said it was because we could not hold Doron Amar. It was then that I realized that I was no longer a leader among the elven council of Doron Amar.

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But that did not matter. I never claimed leadership, not even when I formed the council, and I never worked for recognition or honor, merely to find my place among my people. If my time as leader was no longer wanted, then perhaps their is a wisdom deeper then my own at work. However, regardless, I was one of the most capable and skilled warriors in the region and I did not intend to leave my people without those skills when they decided to go on the hunt against the orcs who threatened them and our home. And so they gathered to attack the orc army piecemeal. I was resting in the forest of the cloakwood when I saw in the distance the fires of the orc camps. I made my way to a battle between many powerful orcs and a cadre of the elves of Doron Amar.

The attacks came swiftly as the band of elves and their friends encountered orc patrols and fought them bravely, so I heard. They then fought another band at a hill and that is where I found them. Many of my people lay wounded, some mortally so on the ground, with a line of orcish archers pummeling them with arrows. I sensed that at that moment the defeat of my people was imminent. Without thinking I went for the nearest orc and killed him quickly from behind and proceeded to the next. My appearance drew the attention of many arrows and I found it necessary to enter into the shadows several times to heal myself with potions and then return to the battle. I did not have enough cover from the numerous orcs to cast any of my protective magics, but I had never trained myself to rely on any magic in combat, so in the end, this training proved my salvation. I had met for the first time, on that blood day of battle, many brave elves. Siomir Danneren and Siveyn to name two of great skill. Wthyran Tal, led the group, and his voice encouraged us all. Sylcya Le'lyn and Rorahwen were there with their bows. Cathenya, who had recently stepped down from the Mathora’Tel’Quessir after the council’s decision to Banish Deus was there as well. Durnir the mage and several other mages hunted among the group. After this battle for the hill and the orc camp was finished the ranger Melendiel from Eversaka reported to us that a large army of these elite orcs searched through what remained of Doron Amar.

I do not believe they found what they wanted.

After tending to our wounds we prepared for the next battle with the main force of the orc army at the outskirts of the charred remains Doron Amar. Engaging them one group at a time we eventually defeated them, but at the end there were too many. If we had not been careful, we would have failed. We used many magics and powers to rebuild and heal our forces as they fell several times during the course of the engagement, but in the end, by sheer will, courage, and the skill of our forces, we were victorious. As in true battles that are difficult, as the battle drew on it became more wild and desperate. I fought with my desire to see my people succeed and live, but I was surprised at the end of the battle that any of us survived at all.

There was hope and since that great battle the elves have started to gather again in the region. I hope the elves of Doron Amar are doing well. I hope they have found peace and security. I hope they have found reliable allies. I keep Dajala, Wthyran, and Siomir in my prayers that the Seldarine may guide them well.

And so this ends my Chronicle of the Elves of Doron Amar which chronicles the first seven years. I hope they managed to write several chronicles of their own since that time. I believe that that Shadow Druids, led by the Dark One and Narcissus will continue to pose a threat to them. As those evil two are elves themselves, I have no doubt they still live. I have it by report that the Shadow Druids seek to have me killed as well as other elves of our people. Namely Dajala Silverleaf. I believe that Faerwynn is the leader of the Shadow Druids and that he operates under the pretense of balance, he hides his hatred of me and others of my people, seeking out destruction. He will make any friend no matter how despicable to accomplish this. I ask all the elves of Myth Drannor to be careful of any elves who are druids, as they may be shadow druids.

However, I feel it is my own fault that Doron Amar has been burned to the ground. Had I been able to act more effectively against the Shadow Druids earlier, perhaps Doron Amar would never had been burned. Had I been there to stop Elrithmithrade from striking down Sir Justin Crownsilver then we would have had fewer enemies. But in truth I would not change anything because I never acted outside of the bounderies of my morals and the guiding light of the Seldarine. If I had I would have had regrets, but I have none. I am a wiser person now because of those times. I understand better now the limitations of hearts and wills.

I will always remain with my people. Even with my body destroyed by General Glaive Soulblight my spirit was with them. Alive again thanks to Elrithmithrade Tir'Draliun and Merielle of Ilmater my swords dance and sing for the defense and wellbeing of all elves. My words spoken to encourage and warn them and stir them to action. And now, my pen flows so that they may remember the price and cost of Doron Amar, spent in the blood of many elves both in battle and in other fields of combat that do not use swords or spells. Those lessons taught me a great deal, and they shape me now as I try to find a way to help my people once again at Myth Drannor. I hope to work with others of like mind to form a small cadre of hunters who will guard the outskirts of Myth Drannor.

To the Elven People lies the responsibility of being ready for the future. We of all the races have long memories and remember the lessons of the past. Even if we could not see into the future, we have only to look to the past to know what is coming. The current war with the Banites in Shadowdale is only the beginning. As heaven and earth collide, war rages, and innocents fall. We will need safe strongholds to hold back the tide of dark waters. We must stand together. We must be humble and ask, “what can I do to help?” Many are the elves who have laid down their health and lives for Doron Amar. Many more will fall for Eversake, Evermeet, and Myth Drannor. I honor and remember their sacrifice of the elves of the past and I stand with the elves of the present.

Never forget that love and light overcomes darkness. The battle lines are drawn and there is no middle ground. You either stand with the light or the darkness. Be ready my people for war.

Aloria ap Ravar, Ranger of Solonor.

[Lambert]

A letter in flowing elven script is delivered to certain individuals.

Dear brothers and sisters,

I have travelled long and far in search of my dear sister Elrithmithrade, hero of the elven peoples of Doron Amar, but to no avail. I am deeply saddened by this and continue to offer prayers to the Seldarine for her. I have hired and dispatched many rangers and messengers far and near to locate her but after many years there is still no word. I have settled in the Shadow Dale near Myth Drannor. If you know where Elrithmithrade is and have a way of contacting her, please let her know where I am.

Aloria ap Ravar, hunter of Solonor