((Last one…I know, I write too much. It’s a disease. I can’t help it.))
When Captain Edrick disbanded the crew and went on a massive drinking binge, Illeith’atharia decided to stay in Sharn. While she knew that people could be after her, she was confident in her ability to hide in one of the busiest cities in Khorvaire. She also decided that the little golem girl would be less noticeable in the large city as well. To no one’s surprise, Illeith’atharia cared for the little girl. Before he left, Oak took to calling her Violet, but Illeith’atharia deemed this name was far too short. She named the girl Viola’near Delinarith Luniare; Violet in the Shadow of the Moon, or Viola for short.
After about a month of drinking, Edrick sobered up and went traveling to find other survivors of Cyre. Illeith’atharia kept in close contact with Trish, often bringing Viola over for dinner. Trish went to House Cannith and became a sanctioned member of the House. She went on to work as a registered magewright.
Illeith’atharia continued to practice her crafting skills, as well as her physical abilities. Over the next several months, Illeith’atharia also spent quite a bit of time further seeking the Divinity Within. She attended the Blood of Vol services with fair frequency and helped their various charitable works throughout the city. She spent time with Viola; the girl proved to have a unquenchable thirst for information. Illeith’atharia set up a bit of a book exchange with Shroeder and Morgrave University, constantly bringing the little girl books to read.
After about a year of living there, the Blood of Vol had one of their holy days; ((insert name, I forgot it)). On this day, the blood letting ritual was slightly different. Rather than simply spilling blood and sending it to those who might need it, the blood was collected into containers, blessed, then consumed again by those who donated. This was to induce visions. As Sharn was quite a large city and there were many Blood of Vol members in town, there were many service times to choose from. Illeith’atharia went to the one held by the High Priest. Though the High Priest was a member of the undead, a mummy in fact, he had proven his sincerity of faith to Illeith’atharia; which was why she felt comfortable being noticed there.
She was organized into her circle for the ritual; it would be the first time in 80 years that she had tasted another’s blood. Situated next to her were a variety of other people; a cleric or two, a couple members of the Emerald Claw, and even a vampire. They all drank, and Illeith’atharia fell into a trance.
In her vision, she drifted away from her body. It was similar to her normal daily trances, but she drifted up and away. She saw her home, the fey spire she grew up in, alive and verdant with life as it was when she was a child. She saw the slow dark mists of the mournland fill it; everything decayed. It was like watching the flip of a coin. She seemed to move up and away, and saw the mists fill Cyre, turning it truly into the Mournlands. She saw it creep outward, and cover all of Eberron in empty decay.
Her vision expanded, and she saw three different worlds; Eberron flanked by two others. Great skeletal hands encompassed them and pushed them together to form one world. The great hands turned into flesh rather than bone and Illeith’atharia saw that they belonged to a woman. The woman was pale as the snow and had pointed ears, though Illeith’atharia couldn’t tell if she was an elf or a half elf. The woman’s face was in shadow, and great dragon wings stretched out from her back.
Illeith’atharia’s viewpoint turned, and she saw the woman’s back; it was covered with a huge black mark. The wings turned to bone and the mark seemed to glow and shrink. It changed from black to purple to blue, and then a lancing light went into Illeith’atharia; a searing burning sensation on her collarbone. At which point Illeith’atharia snapped awake.
Everyone around her was in a trance; no one else had woken up yet. The High Priest was moving from circle to circle, collecting the ritual implements. Illeith’atharia felt the burning on her collarbone, and snuck a quick look down her shirt. A glowing dragonmark was there; the same one from her vision. A mark that she had never seen before. She felt woozy and off balance. The High Priest saw her and was puzzled about her awakening. Apparently she had only been tranced for about 10 minutes; the average is an hour or more. Illeith’atharia helped the priest pick up the remaining implements, and then waited for the vast majority of people to leave.
Eventually she got a chance to speak with the High Priest in private. She told him about her vision, and showed him the mark. He informed her that the mark she bore hasn’t been seen on living flesh for centuries. He told her a brief version of the tale she already knew; that the House of Vol had been eliminated several hundred years earlier. With some hesitation, he told her that one of the members of that house had been resurrected after death. Lest her enemies find her again, knowledge of this individual is kept very secret. Even her name is left unknown; she is only called the Queen of Death. The Queen lives on in Illimara Castle, on the Isle of Farlnen in the Lhazaar principalities.
Worried about what this might mean, Illeith’atharia debated for a moment about attempting to visit the Queen. The High Priest offered to find out if he could arrange a meeting, as well as search for answers about the mark among the other high ranking members of the Blood. He also asked her to visit again should anything else unusual come up. Reassured, Illeith’atharia left to go to Trisha’s place for dinner. The sense of wooziness continued, even though the High Priest said it was only an after effect of the ritual. Trish offered to check her out, but Illeith’atharia demurred.
That night, she awoke from her regular trance screaming in pain. A horrible burning sensation spread across her back and continued on into the next day. Small nubs began to form; these soon turned into thin limbs with skin hanging off of them. Illeith’atharia spent the day in alternating bouts of writhing pain and exhausted itching. Viola spent the day worried out of her mind, attempting to do what she could to easy the Eladrin.
By the end of the day, the pain had slowed to a stop, and Illeith’atharia had sprouted large bat wings out of her back. After some experimentation, Illeith’atharia and Viola went to go see Trish, who seemed just as amazed as the two of them were about the whole thing. After a day or two, Illeith’atharia went to go see the High Priest again. He seemed quite surprised to see her so soon; though once they had a private moment she showed him the wings and the reason for her visit was explained. He assured her that such a think is not unheard of among the more militant of the Blood; it is a manifestation of the Divinity Within. He related some amusing anecdotes of others with this rare gift; Illeith’atharia was quite relieved.
Thus reassured, Illeith’atharia happily went home to celebrate with Viola and Trish. She spent much of the rest of her time in Sharn doing the same as she was before her vision…only perhaps a bit more carefully. She also began attempting to divine uses for her new Mark, though she had very little luck. Things continued on until Trish called everyone back to Sharn…