In the First Age when gods still walked among elf-kind under gleaming bowers, Mystra herself unveiled the flowing Weave - the very parchment on which the laws of nature and magic were inscribed. Amid the awe, bold elf mages founded the first schools to study these threads and subtly alter the Weave's patterns. None shone brighter with promise than Amruthil, and his spells wove gossamer glades where once was waste. Love blessed him too - his graceful wife Lyrielle, with silver voice rivaling birdsong, walked at his side.
Yet cruel fate scarred those early luminous days when Lyrielle and young child perished sudden amidst unrelenting shake and roar as the land convulsed in elemental fury - a disaster even elven arts averted not. In mad grief, Amruthil forsook the living and plunged himself into unlocking pathways to Elysium's divine gardens where his family strolled now forever apart.
He gathered other bereft ones, binding followers with toxic promise that none should again lose loved ones untimely. With obsession they delved beyond the permitted mysteries. In secret, a spired citadel pierced the very sky - Caethil Telmion raised reverent yet defiant, graced with six moted alters channeling cosmic marrow. Ley lines bent not nature's way now linked this place athwart space and dreams.
Though king and counsel long gave berth to Amruthil’s dangerous goal, wise Archon Renwielle saw morality’s threat in his piercing magic. Soft but steel willed, her songs held Amruthil’s dark fire at bay for a time. But pride and anguish drove him on towards breaching Death’s divide what-ever rights trampled, whatever wrath awakened. In the end, what purpose paradise if purchased through hells?
And so Amruthil was cast out through shimmering Veil Gates into the New World - sundered from Caethil Telmion though his unseen influence lingered still... But after three hundred years, Renwielle and successors kept vigil well. Amruthil passed from present fear into haunting legend. Yet darker whispers warn the Weaver's Dance steps close once more to unleashing his fatal Promise again across the spheres.
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