Four years after the untimely death of my father, Kovilyn'Elesti, my fair and beautiful mother, Cryanna'Elesti fell in love with a human traveler who fathered my two beloved brothers, Abbel and Colter. Svarn McKerran, the man that raised me as his own daughter was a talented craftsman in the art of jewelcraft. He was also obsessed with the striking beauty of my mothers mithril colored eyes, so much so that he rarely strayed far from her side. Even as beautiful as elven eyes are, her eyes were the crown jewels of our fair city. Tragically one day our father was called on to join the warring ranks to protect us from a raging goblin army hell bent on our destruction. In a battle that has come to be know as the War of Tears many of our comrades did not return but our father did, only to find our mother terminally ill with a disease that left her body withered and her once beautiful eyes blinded with horrible streaks of crimson slicing through the pupils. Our brave father never left her bedside and on the eve of a full moon she passed silently into never-ending slumber.

The very next day our father locked himself in his shop mumbling over and over "the moon missed her beautiful gaze". We thought he had gone mad until he emerged weeks later clutching a small black leather bag. He never let the bag go and talked very little about our mother from that day forth as he seemed to be more concerned with our future than he ever had before. He concentrated on teaching us everything he knew and acted as a guide through our lessons in life determined to raise us to independent adulthood.

Years later and merely months before the fall of our grand city our aged and sick father called us to his bedside. His shaky old hands fought with the tattered bind that held the mysterious black bag closed. Opening the bag he produced three small bone cases and handed one to each of us. As we opened them he told us to wear the enclosed precious mithril and moonstone amulets as a reminder of our mother that he dearly loved, but they meant much more to us. They were our only heirlooms and were crafted to perfection, reflecting perfectly how beautiful our mother truely was, but more importantly how beautiful love can be.

With me in my 30th season, Abbel in his 24th, and Colter 22, our father told us it was time for us to go out in the world before the city succumbs to Solusek Ro and we parish along with it. He then closed his eyes and drifted into the endless sleep while whispering, "the moon will be graced with her eyes once more."

We proudly placed the precious amulets around our necks displaying them for all the world to see. We left like our father begged of us with a determination to not only survive, but to also assist anyone we encounter to the best of our abilities.

So out from the desolation of Takish-Hiz and a storied past of war and famine my two half brothers and I struck out on our own to seek solace amongst fellow travelers just trying to simply survive. We roamed the vast barren lands our sustenance coming from the farming and foraging skills of my eldest and wisest brother, while I focused on my studies of the "Lost Art" with aspirations of being the greatest "Past Master" to ever walk this tortured land. My "little" brother a brute of a man by any standards was our guardian, protecting us from any physical harm.

We moved across the lands helping all in any manner that we could. Abbel was a very wise and handsome diplomat that enthralled everyone that he encountered and Colters broad shoulders and rugged battle tactics made everyone feel secure so we began to attract a following. Once calling ourselves the Clan of the Mithril Moon in honor of our mother, our numbers grew and our story spread to the farthest reaches of Tunaria. We became a legendary family known for our wisdom, good will, ruggedness, my rare ability to cast wild and vibrant spells, and the mystery of our survival through the harshest of times.

Followers and adversaries alike began to call us the Three Mystics of the Mithril Moon and so the legend began...