#evermeet

Thank you my dear fellows writers for the tags: @emmyandthetieflings, @kt-catt, @c-e-p5315, @themontess, @mellybaggins, @bladesingerlily - I have missed a few games! Here's WIP from the next chapter of The Matriarch: The Morena Dekarios Story. Our dear Morena (26) has arrived on Evermeet!

My DnD character I played in the  Spelljammer: Adventures in Space shared campeign. She is one of the Moonflower, the elven royalty from evermeet. She got attacked in Astral sea when she was in a diplomatic trip to Xaryxian Empire. She can use have prestidigitation and speak to animal at will, yup she is a disney princess fusion with princess Leia.

This is my Half-Elf Wild Magic Barbarian who after growing up being unaccepted by humans or elves is in his emo phase.

Chapter Summary: Evermeet continues to surprise Morena as she learns the elven philosophy of mastery, her family's legacy, and the art of making a really good ceviche.

"Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Elorshin flipped around to the direction that the voice came from. Standing in the doorway to her bedroom was her brother, Dior. He had already pulled his wand from its holster, readying a spell. 

“I won’t put up with this anymore, Dior. I won’t stand by as you destroy our home.” The golden elf said as she finished drawing the circle of light next to her. Dior recognized the spell as soon as its runes formed, etching itself into the floor.

The prince scoffed “So you’re just going to run away? Fine. But not with all that power. That only belongs to a true Evermeet royal.” 

Before Elorshin could respond, Dior already had his wand pointed at her and he began casting a spell that his sister didn’t recognize. As soon as the beam of light met with the sun elf, she felt her power being drained from her, as if the magic she had learned and gained over the years was being ripped out of her.

The princess sunk to her knees, trying and fighting to keep herself upright.

“Dior please! Don’t do this! This isn’t like you!”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

At this point, the elf had two decisions; stay and potentially be killed along with all of her loved ones, or run to her slowly closing teleportation circle. And she decided she at least had to try. After a quick interruption of Dior’s spell with a barely functioning counterspell, Elorshin lifted herself to her feet, using her staff to lean on. With tears in her eyes, she stepped back into the portal, watching her brother’s figure disspear as the light of her spell consumed her.

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Though, importantly, he says this: “In my short career as a bard, I have observed that facts usually serve only to obscure the truth. Truth, when it can be found at all, is more likely to be heard when it is presented in stories and song.”

This is a fascinating framework, one that gives wiggle room for other writers to put out something different without being contested lore. I think I’ll have fun with this narrative frame.

But also you know anti-intellectuals in Faerun would absolutely take this quote out of context to claim historians are covering up The Truth and puff up their own conspiracy theories.

And as an update from Her Highness?