Elia

I remember the vow, not the voices.
I remember the dance, not the song.
I remember the fall—because I never stopped falling.

OVERVIEW

Before her name was Elia, she was Eliasyra of the Silver Night, guardian to the infant Duke of Moonlight.
Each century, House Vexmoor was tasked to deliver the sacred reagents that kept the Duke’s life bound to both planes—moon-touched silver, dreamroot, and feystones drawn from Leilon’s mines. For generations the exchange never failed… until the century the offerings vanished.

Lord Darius Vexmoor’s ancestors claimed the entire shipment of feystones was stolen at sea—pirates, storms, excuses repeated until they became scripture.
But the servants whispered a darker truth: the stones had been diverted to save a Vexmoor child stricken by a shadow curse, a sickness that turned her flesh translucent and her soul half-lost to the Shadowfell.

Whatever the truth, the offerings never reached the Feywild.
The Duke’s light died before the equinox, and Eliasyra’s world with it.

The Seelie called it a tragedy.
She called it betrayal.

She is now a creature of twilight, neither Seelie nor Unseelie—walking the mortal realm as the shadow of a promise that failed to reach its dawn.

THE FALL

In her grief, she called out—not to gods, but to whatever would answer. Something vast and tidal heard her.
When she awoke on the Material Plane, she bore the weight of both loss and inheritance: a mark of moonlight in her hair, shadows in her wings, and a faint psychic tether to House Vexmoor’s line.
Through that tether she still feels the echo of the same curse festering in Darius Vexmoor’s daughter, proof that the old sin continues.

Now she walks the Sword Coast, caught between vengeance and mercy, wondering if saving the girl might be the only way to redeem what her oath destroyed.

APPEARANCE

Elia bears the faint translucence of moonlit glass—skin pale as frost, hair black at the roots fading to spectral silver at the tips. Her wings, when visible, are woven from overlapping veils of shadow, the light of them long since inverted. Her eyes shift with the moon’s phase, silver to dark gray.

She dresses like a pilgrim lost between worlds: traveling cloak, muted silks, and jewelry of cold, tarnished silver.

PRESENCE & PERSONA

• Speaks softly, as though each word weighs something.
• Drawn to lighthouses, tidal ruins, and moonlit water.
• Dreams vividly, often waking with salt on her lips.
• Keeps a ritual dagger made from “moon-iron” — the only relic she still remembers forging.

To those who meet her, Elia seems calm. To those who linger near her too long, the calm becomes contagious… and deeply wrong. The air grows thinner, like twilight stretched too far.

When I look at the moon, I feel like it’s watching.
When I look away, I feel like I’m disappointing it.

CURRENT STATUS

• Faith: The Moonlit Echo — a resonance between the Feywild, the Dreaming Dark, and the tides themselves.
• Role: Ritualist and arcane scholar attached to House Vexmoor’s expedition.
• Allies: Cassandra Vexmoor, Shyk of the Watchers, Vespera Rue Noctwyn.
• Notable Power: “The Shadowfall Veil” — a form of lunar invocation that bends light and sound, invoked instinctively when she fears remembering.

Her magic bears lunar signatures but behaves more like reflection than radiance—mirroring spells, absorbing light, and feeding it back altered. Cassian once called it “defensive empathy made manifest.”

CONNECTIONS

• House Vexmoor – Once her patrons, now the architects of her exile. She suspects the same bloodline that doomed the Duke now fuels its own survival with the same stolen light.
• Lord Darius Vexmoor – Publicly denies any theft; privately fears she knows the truth.
• Lady Cassandra Vexmoor – The innocent inheritor of her family’s crime; the first mortal Elia has chosen to trust again.

THEMES & RELATIONSHIPS

Cassandra Vexmoor – The mortal inheritor of the same bloodline whose failure destroyed Elia’s world. Cassandra does not yet know the full truth—but Elia can’t bring herself to hate her. She sees the same weight of duty in her eyes.

Shyk – His discipline and faith remind her of the Duke’s guardians, the Watchers at Dusk. She feels the same reverence for silence, though hers is born of guilt, not grace.

Vespera Rue Noctwyn – A reflection of what Elia fears she has become: something bound to shadow, listening to the whispers below.

The Moonlit Echo – Neither god nor curse, but a voice that calls her still. It may be what she bargained with—or what answered when the Duke’s light went out.

CURRENT CONFLICTS

• The Forgotten Bargain: She cannot remember what she traded for her continued existence, though her dreams suggest it was more than her memory.
• The Vexmoor Guilt: She knows House Vexmoor’s negligence doomed the Duke but sees that same bloodline struggling now to prevent another catastrophe.
• The Echoing Gate: Its psychic song resonates with her like a half-remembered melody. She fears it is the same frequency that once bridged her world and this one.
• The Dragon’s Claim: Since the Judgment Beneath the Waves, her dreams are haunted by the vast shadow great wyrm who declared her “already mine.” Whether that was salvation or ownership remains uncertain.