Lysandore , the High-Elf Druid

(By Quilicin, disciple of bard Circeliane, the discoverer of ancient texts)

Lysandore’s beauty couldn’t be matched. She used to walk alone along forest paths to share a moment with the spirits of great trees and of the sky, a bit like the original Elves used to. She was very intelligent, and she had learned to mix plant essences in order to create potions that sometimes had surprising effects.

One day, as she was strolling along a path covered with thick and soft moss, she felt a familiar presence. Ellianor the Druid, Gothar’s immortal child, was leaning with his back against a mighty oak, with an impressive looking white wolf at his side. The wolf stepped towards Lysandore and licked her hand, like a tamed dog would do. Ellianor seemed quite surprised at the animal’s attitude, and judging by the smile he had on his face, the surprise was a good one.

After this encounter, Lysandore left the forest to receive Ellianor’s teachings whilst on the roads of Ganareth. Her intelligence and sensitivity allowed her to develop the bond she had learned to create with natural elements since childhood. People said she had great potential to establish good relations with any animal, and to know their deepest secrets. She was certainly one of the few that could get so close to Ellianor, but this relationship eventually came to an end. Lysandore felt her forest was calling, she couldn’t resist it, and Ellianor had to teach new apprentices in order to prepare for the dark times ahead.

When Lysandore came back home, she felt a lot of tension around: Dragons had gathered at the edge of the forest, and were planning on spreading death and destruction. Magic was not as powerful as it used to be like it was in the older times, before the cataclysm, and the Elves were quite worried about this. When the Dragons launched their attack, they started to fly in circles above the forest, setting trees a blaze with their devastating breath. The weather was hot and the fire caused tremendous damage, and the High Elves were helpless down below. Lysandore fell to her knees and prayed to Gothar the Almighty. She raised her hands to the sky and clouds began to appear in the clear blue sky. After some time, rain started to fall, extinguishing the raging fires. Lysandore prayed harder, sometimes shouting, and powerful thunderbolts gave her her cue. Soon, they started to hit the Dragons in flight.

Once everything had become calm and peaceful again, the council of the High Elves gave Lysandore a long white cloak with many formulae embroidered upon it in the ancient language. The embroideries were made with an extremely delicate gold thread. This cloak is the only one of its kind which remains today in remembrance for the ancient Elves. It once had the power to increase the talents of its wearer, and to grant him or her with better protection. Some people say the cloak has lost its power, but legend has it that Lysandore had found a way to bring it back. Many believe that the moon crystals she embroidered on to it herself are the key to the mystery...