Everlaen:Story:A Moment's Peace

The old Moon Elf threw open the shutters, letting the morning light flood the circular study. His robes fluidly moved itself to his shape pulling the night from its weave. He mumbled a quick incantation and a broom busied itself cleaning the room. The place was a mess; he hadn't tidied up since returning from Millumnier some days ago. Scribbles of maps, scroll cases, jars of spell components, green dragon scales and other monster trophies cluttered the room. `Later' he thought, he liked this time in the morning, the affairs of the day were not to trouble him just yet.

He looked out of the window across the village. He liked the view from the top of his tree tower. The Treeshaper twins had done a good job on his new home and thanks be to Corellon that the settlement could be placed in such a easily defendable spot nestled against the Starpeaks. The other settlements would not be as easy to implement. The scout reports were troubling and much planning would need to be done to expand Elven presence. Where would he get the numbers needed to populate the settlements? He shook his head with worry.

Closer to home patrol reports sighted Orc movements close by and the Woodwife Gretish had informed him of Drow to the Northwest. As he pondered on these thoughts a flash of silver drew his attention to the forest floor, instantly he recognised the source to the metal arc that had changed his life so many years ago. The sun reflected it rays again and the flash made the memories of his past flood to his mind.

How far he had come he thought, from the days of his youth travelling the length and breadth of Faerun. How it was that fate had entangled his life with the gods since the Time of Troubles and how Mystra's weave was the very fabric of his life…

The sudden knock at the door startled him and he laughed at himself `Never mind' he thought `there are more pressing matters at hand'. "Enter." he announced and the door opened to reveal his young apprentice hugging a book signalling the days start.

Mydran Silverglade, Mage, guardian of the key and councillor of Everlaen gathered a selection of tomes to his desk he had much to do….