Elerrith's Backstory

I was raised in a well endowed Noble Drow house, I Elerith Maliathiil spent the years of my youth being taught I was a high and mighty drow, to look down on the other houses and take what I wanted from anyone below me. I lived in a lavish home, embedded in the rock face of the Underdark. My mother was cruel, I didn’t dare disobey her for fear of being locked up in her basement, I could hear the cries of the slaves down there at night when I would walk past the stairs. I would hear the prayers of the slaves in the basement, the whispers of the false gods, the non-believers of Lolth. I heard them speak the names of many gods, all of which I would ask my mother about, we would talk on her balcony for hours, overlooking the city, she taught me lots of things; Knowledge and Dominance is power, and Lolth is the only deity worth following. I asked her about this Goddess I heard about, Eilistraee, she paused like her heart skipped a beat. I was scolded and locked in my room for a week. I was curious, knowledge was power, after all, I broke into the house library and scoured the shelves for information pertaining to Eilistraee. I would sneak into the library when no one was around and sit in the corner reading books for the eyes of the Matron Mother only. I continued to follow and serve Lolth, reading about the other Drow deities in my spare time. I was 43 when I heard the music, the silvery mist flowing in through an exit tunnel. I was on my mother’s balcony when I saw the figure of a silvery robed, scantily clad drow woman standing near an exit tunnel, the swords by her side were beautiful and her silver hair was down to her ankles. I leaped off the balcony and ran through the streets, my eyes couldn’t have deceived me. I made it to where she was and she motioned me to follow her, I walked up the tunnel losing track of time, I was tired and needed rest, but she inspired me to press onward. I rounded the corner and I was taken aback from the sudden light of the full moon.

I stared at it in awe before glancing back at her, she was smiling at me, I felt happy and free, deep in my heart I knew who she was, Eilistraee. She took a few steps back then spoke “I cannot promise your safety here, but put your faith in me, please” I nodded still speechless from the world around me, keeping my vision focused on her, I reached my hand out to touch her but she blew me a kiss and faded into the silver moonlit mists before I could reach her. I made my way towards the mountains stopping nearby to a lake. I built a two-story house nearby to the shore of the lake, I lived alone for 50 years before a wandering priestess of Eilistraee found me, I was sitting alone in the darkness of my home whittling and stringing a Lyre-Violin. She came to my door with an offer, a powerful man wanted to use the ley lines in the area to create a town in between the material plane and the feywild. I accepted on the condition that the Faith of Eilistraee has prominence in this town. I woke up one morning on a completely different plane, a note was left on my table explaining how the Mist Wells worked, and a welcome to the town of Mistwell. I Didn't leave the town often, I helped around constructing houses and stores, building the temple of Eilistraee, and the houses for the fey that stop in from time to time. I Didn't have any clothing besides the black leather coat I wore out of the Underdark, so I asked the priests for Vestments, I was happily given the attire but the High Priest requested a summons with me, he called me in to a back room of the temple, and handed me an Eilistraeean Cloak of Elvenkind and a set of Mithril Plate, he said I was the one who deserved to own these items of power, I took a tapestry and an amulet on my way out and donned my new attire as soon as I returned home.

For 200 years I wandered the open road in the shadows, telling those who it concerned the location of Mistwell and the temple of Eilistraee within it. On one of my travels I crossed paths with a Drow man who titled himself a Darksong Knight, I told him of Mistwell and the Temple and he asked me to guide him, we returned together and once there, under the light of the full moon, the silver mist of the lake, and the Moonfire of the Clerics, I was knighted a Darksong Knight. I wandered the roads again now with the pride of being a Darksong Knight holding my head up high. I was only on the road for another year before I returned home. On a cold winter night, I looked out my window watching my breath mist up into the air, when a Drow woman, with silvery robes, stepped up against the window and mouthed the words “thank you” as she faded into the fog. When she left I felt a pulse of goodness come through me and the holy symbol around my neck lit up, I was a conduit for her power, and I accepted it. After the winter was over I decided to take 5 years to stay around the town and think on the recent events that have occurred in my life, and to help out in the temple. I tranced on my thoughts through the night seeing the full moon center present in a starry filled sky, no clouds except for the fog and mist around my feet, the vibrant and pleasant sounds of the Lyre’s strings echoed around me. I felt compelled to return to the road, and continue guiding the wandering drow to Mistwell. I was out for another 45 years on and off, before I again returned to Mistwell, this time I returned at the call of the temple, I walked in to the temple not knowing what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised when I was gifted a Moon-Touched Rapier, for all of the work I have done for Mistwell and the Temple.

I took the next 10 years to hone my skills, reading and studying on matters I may or may not need to know, as well as practicing my sword skills, honing them to a mastery of the blade. For 100 years I attempted to meditate on my power, learning to control and harness the gifts I had for spell casting and contacting the divine, I sat under the moonlit sky of my trance alone in a hollowed out tree. I emerged from the grotto and made my way back to Mistwell, after a year of rest in my house, I returned to the world, walking the ocean coast, stopping in surprise as humans were building a settlement. I spent the next 100 years of my life being active to make up for the lost 100 years in an extended trance. I watched from the shadows the growth of this city, but I never knew the name of it, I didn’t care to make my presence known to humans. 79 years of guiding drow, helping Mistwell repair its buildings, and explaining to the high elven visitors who Eilistraee was, I left again for a period of time, heading west on a rumor of a Drow city. It was small but it was growing. I saw the birth of Ledilunia, I could only feel good things for the future of this city. I didn’t stay long but I knew I would come back. I returned home and finally found rest, 10 years of calm, I stayed in Mistwell paying off prostitutes to return home to me, they fed me grapes while doing more. I finally felt like I could be at peace. I was going to leave Mistwell to check up on Ledilunia but when I exited through the Mistwell I exited into someone's Fireplace, and there was a sword drawn at my head.