*Caria, Rahveon, and Solarian prepare for their journey to the Court of Stars. Caria works her will on the fabric of the planes, and opens a shimmering gate to the plane of the Eladrins.*
*The Court of Stars resembles an elven forest, a breathtakingly beautiful ancient wood with bright flowers, elegant trees, wild tangles of growth, and hundreds of animals. As you arrive next to a wild pool fed by a crystalline waterfall, one of the little fairy-like coures comes to see you. Explaining who you are, she grins in recognition.*
"Queen Morwel is waiting for you," she says, and flits on ahead.
*Following her through the thick wood, you find yourself in a green hall, the trunks of enormous oaks forming the columns and domes, the floor carpeted with moss, and a riot of brilliant flowers growing everywhere but a single path to the queen and her consort on their thrones. The thrones themselves seem to have grown up out of the ground, and sport elegantly curving branches. Morwel herself appears as an amazingly beautiful elven woman, with hair the color of fire, wearing a dress that seems to be made of sparkling dew.*
*Her consort, Faerinaal, is almost her equal in grace, with hair of silver, and robes of blue the color of the summer sky. They sit at ease, hand in hand, while hundreds of bright coures, the little fairies called petals, sprites, and grigs all flit about their hall. The queen smiles at you, and it is as if a beam of sunlight has fallen on your heads.*
"My friends, so lost. We offer aid in your time of need. What do you ask us of?" she says quietly, a air of sadness about her.
*The Court of Stars resembles an elven forest, a breathtakingly beautiful ancient wood with bright flowers, elegant trees, wild tangles of growth, and hundreds of animals. As you arrive next to a wild pool fed by a crystalline waterfall, one of the little fairy-like coures comes to see you. Explaining who you are, she grins in recognition.*
"Queen Morwel is waiting for you," she says, and flits on ahead.
*Following her through the thick wood, you find yourself in a green hall, the trunks of enormous oaks forming the columns and domes, the floor carpeted with moss, and a riot of brilliant flowers growing everywhere but a single path to the queen and her consort on their thrones. The thrones themselves seem to have grown up out of the ground, and sport elegantly curving branches. Morwel herself appears as an amazingly beautiful elven woman, with hair the color of fire, wearing a dress that seems to be made of sparkling dew.*
*Her consort, Faerinaal, is almost her equal in grace, with hair of silver, and robes of blue the color of the summer sky. They sit at ease, hand in hand, while hundreds of bright coures, the little fairies called petals, sprites, and grigs all flit about their hall. The queen smiles at you, and it is as if a beam of sunlight has fallen on your heads.*
"My friends, so lost. We offer aid in your time of need. What do you ask us of?" she says quietly, a air of sadness about her.