Silvira Salvicas

Silvira was the Most Divine Grace of Khlee-by-the-Bonn during the unification years, until the death of her lover and co-ruler Radelia Sylvinyl. After this she abandonned the citadel with her adopted daughter with Radelia, a half-elf girl called Sommer Thyme, to the oppressive rule of Ingersoll, her mentor, for a whole century, untill the liberation of Khlee where she aided in the planification of the assault by the High Guardians of Zarnul.

After leaving Khlee, she travelled the world and crossed whole oceans and continents, in search for the One Divine Truth, before settling back in Candellkeep where she became the Grand Sage of Divine Power. During her travels in the Korabe, she had a daughter in Helfwee named Vey. Vey, in a twist of fate, ended up being born a kundalyna of Enhoph. Vey received her Call to Arbs to replace Ingersoll after his forsaking by his goddess. Vey saw her mother again when she arrived in Zarnul.

### Personality

Silvira embodies the essence of intellectual prowess and diplomatic finesse. Her personality is characterized by a deep well of knowledge, a contemplative nature, and a penchant for strategic thinking. As a scholar and diplomat, Silvira is defined by her intellectual curiosity and a constant pursuit of understanding the intricacies of the world around her.

A stoic and composed individual, Silvira approaches challenges with a level-headed and measured demeanor. Her ability to analyze situations, simulate scenarios in her mind, and strategize sets her apart. Silvira's decision-making process is meticulous, contrasting with the impulsive nature of her partner, Radelia. She is an eternal doubter, always weighing the consequences and exploring multiple perspectives before arriving at a conclusion.

Silvira's proficiency in rhetoric and negotiation shines through in her interactions. Her forked tongue, a verbal double-edged sword, allows her to manipulate situations to her advantage. This linguistic dexterity is paired with a commanding presence, as seen when she convincingly spins a tale to sway the soldiers in the ziggurat.

Despite her scholarly and analytical tendencies, Silvira is not devoid of emotional depth. Her love for Radelia adds a layer of vulnerability and warmth to her character. The romantic and intimate moments, such as the exchange of kisses and promises, reveal a more tender side to Silvira, showcasing her capacity to feel deeply and passionately.

Silvira's attire, in contrast to Radelia's practical and action-ready outfits, remains true to her identity as a diplomat and scholar. She navigates the challenges in the ziggurat with her intellect and the power of persuasion, choosing words over physical prowess.

In essence, Silvira is a character marked by a harmonious blend of intellect, emotional depth, and a dedication to her role as a diplomat.

### Appearance

Silvira, the enchanting redhead, possessed a cascade of locks that flowed like molten copper, framing her face in a captivating dance of curls. The red ginger hue radiated warmth and vitality, a flame that seemed to flicker with the intensity of her intellect and the passion for her cause. Amidst the sea of her hair, delicate freckles adorned her face, sprinkled like stardust across her fair skin, a whimsical testament to her connection with the celestial realm.

   Her attire, a harmonious blend of erudition and adventure, spoke of a scholar who traversed the realms of knowledge with both grace and determination. Silvira's large robes, adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of ancient manuscripts, billowed like a philosopher's cloak caught in the winds of enlightenment. Each fold and seam bore witness to the countless citadels and libraries she had explored in her quest for wisdom.
Beneath the voluminous robes, a short princess dress peeked out, a charming juxtaposition that hinted at a spirit unbounded by convention. The dress, though dirtied by the travels and experiences etched into its fabric, retained a regal charm that mirrored Silvira's unwavering commitment to her ideals.

   A well-worn satchel adorned with patches and stitches hung at her side, carrying the weight of knowledge accumulated in the form of numerous books. Each volume, a treasure trove of insights and revelations, bore the marks of countless readings, its pages whispering tales of the diverse citadels and ancient libraries Silvira had explored.

In the soft glow of moonlight, Silvira's red hair caught the luminance like a halo, and the freckles on her face seemed to dance in the celestial radiance. Her attire, a testament to the fusion of intellect and resilience, painted a portrait of a scholar-warrior poised on the precipice of both discovery and love. Silvira, the ginger-haired custodian of knowledge, carried the stories of citadels in her robes, and the weight of her bag bore witness to a lifetime devoted to the pursuit of enlightenment.

### Whispers of Devotion

The Great Temple Hall at the base of the ziggurat bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, bore witness to a fleeting moment of intimacy between Silvira and Radelia. As Radelia's lips met Silvira's, a promise of enduring love echoed in the quiet chamber. The pledge to invoke the blessings of Shanelei upon their union resonated with Silvira's scholarly heart, stirring the depths of her intellect with a unique blend of passion and reverence.

A fleeting smile adorned Silvira's lips, a reflection of the satisfaction derived from Radelia's pledge. The scholarly recesses of Silvira's mind resonated with the knowledge of the graces that praying to Shanelei could bestow upon couples. A moment of silent communion, a bridge forged between love and the divine, left Silvira in a state of tranquil ardor.

However, the tranquility was transient. Radelia, ever resolute and action-bound, turned away, signaling the imminent departure into the perils that awaited them. Silvira, standing in the private enclave where she had drawn Radelia close, watched her lover with an intensity that transcended mere observation. Radelia's movements, a cascade of purposeful actions, spoke of a commitment to duty that Silvira admired. The private corner, where their connection had momentarily thrived, was now a silent witness to the dichotomy of love and duty. Silvira, standing in the shadows, found herself captivated by the dance of contrasts that defined her elven companion.

The unveiling commenced as Radelia shed the layers that had shielded them from the elements and prying eyes on their journey. The coarse gray overcloak, bearing the stains of their shared adventures, fell away, revealing the resplendent golden elf dress beneath. With this protective barrier removed, Silvira's eyes traced the transformation from rugged traveler to regal elven grace. Radelia's golden dress, fresh and gleaming, once concealed, now shimmered anew, resembling the attire of a princess on the eve of her most cherished night.

A subtle exchange of smirks between the two lovers conveyed a shared understanding deeper than words, a nonverbal language etched in the nuances of their connection. Silvira, while being more stoic and rational than her lover, also bore the weight of hopeful romantisism. Indeed, Silvira allowed herself to dream in moments of calm, while Radelia constanty pursued the objectives of a promised life of union and purpose.

The removal of the elven dress followed, each motion a ballet of liberation. Silvira, still lost in the afterglow of the promise of love, couldn't help but appreciate the elegance of the display. Radelia's whisper, carrying both urgency and surprise, echoed in the hall. "Vivi, will you just stand there and look? I need to get going. And you too!"

The directive, delivered with the assertiveness that defined Radelia, It urged Silvira not to merely watch with admiration and lust, but to join in the unfolding narrative. The tone added an element of playfulness to the serious undertakings ahead.

Radelia's actions unfolded like a carefully choreographed dance of unveiling. The back buttons of the elven dress yielded to nimble fingers, and the garment joined the overcloak on the ground. Silvira, ensconced in the ethereal remnants of Radelia's kiss, found herself drawn to the unfolding spectacle. The laces of the black and gold corset, hidden beneath the golden layers, quickly succumbed to Radelia's deft hands with a fluidity that bespoke practiced efficiency, exposing the last vestige of clothing—a form-fitting jumpsuit of black leather.

The leather, like a second skin, molded itself to Radelia's slender frame, accentuating her curves. Silvira, a connoisseur of knowledge and beauty, felt a surge of arousal ignited by the raw sensuality before her. A blush adorned Silvira's cheeks, a testament to the alluring dance of her lover's undressing. The blood coursing through her veins carried with it the warmth of desire, a symphony composed by the enchanting vision of Radelia. Such tempting thoughts in a location as holy as the great ziggurat of Khlee, where a decade ago a young Silvira would sit and learn about every aspect of life, provoked a naughty smirk in Silvira's freckled face. She felt an insidious joy caused by the sinful and carnal interpretation of Silvira to the circumstances at play. A city engulfed in war, two travelers now burdened with glorious purpose, and an incredibly powerful ritual under preparation, did not distract Silvira from the ephemeral arousal she felt at the sight of her lover in her stealth suit. Silvira, not giving more thought to this irony, went back to her fantasizing, her sight back on Radelia's attractive yet svelt shape. The material molded to Radelia's lithe form, accentuating curves that danced in the flickering light of the hall. Silvira's scholar's mind marveled at the aesthetics, her lover's beauty a masterpiece unveiled.

Radelia, now in her covert attire, added a touch of danger to the allure and a glimpse of potential risk to the scene. Retrieving knives with a fluid grace, she bent over in a provocative pose that echoed both vulnerability and lethal prowes. The posture captured Silvira's young mind's attention in its spell. Silvira stood transfixed by the seductive display, caught between the worlds of duty and desire. The sight of Radelia, a seductive embodiment of both danger and beauty, sparked a warmth in Silvira's core. The sigh that escaped Silvira's lips, drawn out by the rush of excitement and the balletic efficiency of Radelia's unvoluntary lasciviousness, mingled with the charged air of anticipation. Silvira's nether parts pulsated from the erotic visual stimulus before the beholder.

A moment of shared glances, and Radelia's parting smile, a shared secret between lovers, marked the conclusion of the impromptu spectacle. Silvira, shaken from her reverie, , felt a surge of emotions and took a moment to recenter herself. Her demeanor, usually poised and grounded, had been momentarily suspended in the enchantment of love. Only Radelia possessed the power to elevate Silvira from the solemnity of duty to the ethereal heights of love in the midst of a mission.

Surveying the Great Hall, Silvira observed Ingersoll immersed in the arcane, busy with the inscription of mysterious symbols on the opposite end of the hall. One last inhalation and exhalation, and Silvira was ready to face the responsibilities that awaited her. She would not undress into a stealthy rogue fit—that was not her style. Silvira was a diplomat scholar, as incredibly good at bargaining and expressing herself as she was a genius. Her attire remained unchanged, a testament to her identity. Unlike Radelia's stealthy rogue guise, Silvira's strength lay in words and persuasion.

She knew many militiamen patrolled the middle levels, which she was tasked with clearing. She would not knock them out by surprise like her lover would, she was sure. Instead, Silvira would approach them cautiously, with clever words, and convince them to join them or leave.

As her mind regained her composure and clarity, Silvira left, her Gem of Balance in hand.

    In the Halls, Silvira would generate fresh tactics at every encounter, adapting to the nuances of the situations she encountered. When faced with solitary patrollers, intimidation became her chosen strategy. The invocation of names of her long-lost teacher peers, now the fallen racial leaders, ensured unimpeded passage and retreat, skillful manipulation of the lone sentinels. Her tongue, a double-edged sword, crafted a narrative of superiority that none dared to question.

In the presence of small groups, Silvira opted for the art of negotiation. Her forked tongue wove tales of peace and mutual benefit, convincing the militiamen to abandon their posts with promises of a morning-after free from the consequences of desertion.

Silvira: "Excuse me, soldier. I hold a decree from the higher echelons. Your path is needed elsewhere."

Whenever there were few soldiers, Silvira would prefer bargaining. Her forked tongue allowed her to negotiate with the militiamen into simply going back to their homes to take care of their families.

Silvira's strategic planning, a counterpoint to Radelia's impulsivity, unfolded in the shadows of the ziggurat. Such was her tongue dangerous, that no one would dare question her, as she would perfectly act a higher station or rank with the aggressiveness and strict tone that followed it. While she did hold a powerful Gem of Balance, all the talking was done by Silvira. Her performance in stressful situations was opposite of Radelia's rash and lucky decision-making. Silvira did not have physical skills to make up for impatience and drive. Instead, Silvira was an eternal doubter, always simulating scenarios in her head multiple times before making a decision. Over time, she had learned how to do this meantal exercise rather quickly. Today this was all in her advantage as she navigated the complex and dimly lit hallways of the ziggourat, rapidly deciding on a course of action or on a narrative to embrace as she neared enemies.

Finally, Silvira got to the higher echelon of the middle levels. She had cunningly evacuated the lower levels, and only had one level left. In this level, she faced a pivotal moment—a room filled with soldiers. Every other floor had hallways and portal frames and doors, which gave her enough hiding to generate a plan. However, in this last floor, she directly ended up in this room where a large number of soldiers stood, discussing and eating their snacks. The unexpected encounter demanded a quick pivot. Silvira, lacking time for intricate plans did the only thing she could trust would give her the answers she sought in this moment of need: she turned to Enhoph, the goddess of wisdom, in a fervent prayer.

Silvira: "Yatusabei senhoph, denquesadei."

This prayer in ancient elfish literally asked the goddess of wisdom, order, and balance to grant her the answers to all the questions any brain could think of, and to hear her divine plea.

"Denquesadei. Hear my plea..." Silvira would think, invoking Enhoph to hear her plea as she walked nonchalantly towards the group of soldiers, still staring at her. The soldier closest to her, to her left, raised his hand. But Silvira did not look, she prayed instead again.

"denquesadei" Hear my plea... After this third plea, Silvira seemed to immediately receive all the words she ever needed to say to turn the situation to her advantage. In that divine connection, answers were bestowed upon her—a tale of tragedy, a call to prayer, and a path to victory.

Addressing the soldiers with a commanding presence, Silvira wove a narrative that transcended reality. Her words were a blend of authority and compassion.

"My dear comrades, I was sent here by the late Julion, may his soul rest in peace at this hour."

Her voice, resonating with both authority and sympathy, filled the room.

Silvira: "Our barracks were attacked, and many of our brothers and sisters patrolling this holy pyramid were called there. I am

sorry to bring you the dark news that our rival cosmopolitan faction has risen to our challenge, and they have kidnapped many of our family members. But do not worry, as right now everyone is heading out there to save them."

The soldiers exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

Silvira: "You, my siblings, have a special mission, given to me by Julion himself before he died during the attack at the barracks. We are to pray, together, to Enhoph."

She gestured towards the heavens, invoking a sense of divine purpose.

Silvira: "We are to go back to the teachings of the Wise Gnome of Zarnul to gain the knowledge of how to win this costly war. Too many of our friends and family members have died at the hands of our rivals, and only through Enhoph can we hope to see through the darkness that lays ahead of us and walk the path of victory."

The soldiers, now attentive, began to lower their snacks, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Silvira: "Come to the main hall, where Ingersoll himself has returned from his short exile in the woods. Now more than ever, let's find the faith in Enhoph we collectively abandoned, and I promise you my brothers and sisters, we will taste the sweetness of victory in our very own mouths tonight before we leave this ziggurat. Let's pray all together, in the Great Hall, to receive the visions that will lead us to peace. Denquesadei, my siblings!"

Silence fell on the room. Silvira did not know how to react, after the divine words just rolled off her tongue so seamlessly and convincingly. She could feel the gem of divinity pulsating in her right hand, which she now realized was raised up in the sky, as if in a fist inviting the soldiers to join her cause.

    The soldiers, swayed by Silvira's oratory, rallied to the call for prayer. She noticed a tear falling from someone's teary eyes, and saw the most well dressed of the soldiers scream "AYE AYE, FOR ENHOPH! DENQUESADEI!" Followed by everyone elses' scream in unison.

"Denquesadei" Every soldier immediatly left the room, heading downstairs towards the Great Hall to join the prayer.

The room now emptied and back in silence, Silvira felt a sharp pain in her left hand. In her devotee-induced trance while voicing her third Denquesadei, she had actually raised her hand to the soldier to her left who was actually raising his knife to her, the then-intruder. Her hand had been pierced, and she was bleeding.

Silvira: "By Enhoph's grace."

She put some torn drapes from her dress onto her hand to stop the bleeding. It hurt, but she knew it would be fine. However, how would the ever-protective and impulsive Radelia react to her being wounded?

There was no time for more mental simulacra; the time had come for the ritual. Silvira headed back downstairs, hoping to cross paths with her lover and to share a kiss before the grand event of the night. The ritual that would change their lives.

### Veil of Revelation

The Great Hall quivered with the aftermath of the ritual—a palpable resonance echoing through the city of Khlee. A beam of multicolored light surged skyward, painting the night with hues unseen. The once-slumbering city stirred as if shaken from a dream, the celestial display an unexpected spectacle heralding a shift in the cosmic order.

The ritual, an intricate dance of prayers and incantations, had reached its end. Silvira and Radelia, now High-Priestesses of Enhoph, stood at the heart of the transformative energies. Balance and intelligence flowed into them like rivers converging into a sea of newfound power. Ingersoll, the conduit between worlds, received a divine message—an imperative to restore order to Khlee.

As the beams of light receded, a disconcerting realization gripped Radelia. Silvira's hand, now marked by an open wound, betrayed the aftermath of the ritual. Did she leave any threat behind by favouring non-lethal methods? Could a soldier she thought neutralized after she had him knocked-out have awoken and hurt her precious lover? Concern etched Radelia's features as she whispered, "Silvira, your hand..."

Silvira, seemingly unaffected, offered a reassuring smile. "It is a small sacrifice for the wisdom gained, my love. The divine path is not without its trials."

In the hall, Ingersoll received a divine message to restore order once and for all. The twelve soldiers who had served as conduits for divine wisdom were now ensnared in existential turmoil. Their minds, exposed to the secrets of existence, unraveled under the weight of forbidden knowledge. A cacophony of screams and self-inflicted harm filled the air—a stark contrast to the harmony sought in the ritual.

Everyone gathers in the great hall and Ingersoll congratulates the two elven erudites on officially becoming High-Priestesses of Enhoph, and the first point of order as High Priestesses is to decide the 3 of them what do to with the agonizing new apostles. Ingersoll, ever composed, assessed the situation. "Their minds were not prepared for such revelations. We must act swiftly to alleviate their suffering."

The trio, Ingersoll, Radelia, and Silvira, faced a dilemma. The soldiers, tormented by the burden of enlightenment, needed a resolution. Ingersoll, guided by divine insight, decided to suppress the forbidden knowledge within them temporarily. The discomfort of defying divine will lingered, but it was a necessary compromise to save the fragile minds.

With the soldiers calmed and their existential crisis temporarily averted, the Holy Group convened.

"The path ahead is complex," Ingersoll mused. "We must teach them gradually, preparing their minds for the infinite wisdom they now carry. It is our duty to guide them through the tumultuous sea of enlightenment."

The three Enhoph priests, bound by their commitment to the divine, grappled with the decision. As the leaders of this sacred mission, they faced the weight of choices that transcended mortal comprehension.

Meanwhile, Silvira, as an oracle of self-fulfilling prophecies, devised a plan to strike at the heart of Julion's influence. She had previously fabricated a story of Julion's demise, and now, she volunteered to assault the barracks, urging any survivors to join her cause. Many of the soldiers were in the ziggourat or patrolling the streets. In any case, the barracks would be a good weak spot to capture early.

The night unfolded with a clandestine journey towards the barracks. Conversations unfolded in hushed tones as strategies were outlined and allegiances forged. Silvira, bearing the mark of the oracle, moved with purpose, determined to fulfill her visions and reshape the destiny of Khlee.

In the shadows of the barracks, the Holy Group prepared to unveil the next chapter of their quest—a chapter marked by revelations, choices, and the relentless pursuit of harmony in a city on the brink of transformation.