#silver fire

Sterling silver, £250

Phoenix, a bladesinger wizard/wild magic barbarian, was brought back to life by a couple of bored deities on a whim after dying before his time. Since then, he's proven to be a close friend and confidant to not only those two, but several other powerful entities as well. Most recently, he's gained the ability to use Mystra's silver flame by being one of her chosen.

On and on he went. Though his pace was slow and he could not fly with wings of stone, he still traveled far into Faerie, to places distant. To places strange. The Stone Crow came to a place of endless rolling plains. Grass flowed in the winds like waves on the sea and the sun shone down softly. But it wasn’t until night fell that he saw the true beauty of this land. In the dips and valleys of the hills would collect the moonlight in silver pools. The hilltops an ridges formed a thousand islands in a sea of silver light. Fish leap in and out of the waters, their splashes like silver fire and song. One swims near so he can ride upon its back through the streams and between the hills. At long last he comes to a hilltop where a single lantern rests on the grass. Left there long ago by someone who laid upon the earth and looked up at the star strewn skies, perhaps with a friend beside them, it still flickers with its light. Once freed, it twinkles as bright as any star, outshining even the pools of liquid moonlight in its sparkling radiance.

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts They will pay for this hurm with their lives In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire They will fall by the blade of the silver fire

And so, still gathered together in Constellations they followed her into the dark lands beyond the Mountains of the Moon. Behind them ever comes the greater light, following them. You can still today see them at night when the greater light is still far behind, for their lamps shine brightly in those dark lands. The light of the Court of Stars.