Applying
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



Myra sat down at her desk. Looking around the room, she smile to herself. All Laina and she had was a wonder to behold. A home of their own, friends who were like family, and there was nothing they needed that they couldn't acquire. She pulled out a notebook, one of many she possessed. She took a deep breath to smell the scent of the fresh pages as she opened it.

Just days before, Talanithus Tarant - or "Tal" as she called him now - had presented Laina and Myra with the idea of applying for membership to the Tel'Mithrim. Myra was suprised and delighted. And also nervous. This would be one of greatest challenges in her life.

Myra took a moment to remember all Tal had said to her while out on his boat, and the words Glor had spoken to her on the roof. She smiled and pulled out her ink well and a handfull of fine quills.

"To the Council of the Grey Company, Myra Sunveil sends greetings. The story presented herin is no less and no more than I know of my past.

"My father was a high elven healer born in Evereska, on a world he taught me to call the Forgotten Realms. Elendill was his name.

"My mother was a half drow priestess of Lloth, born and raised in Skullport. Her name was Phyrra.

"One would wonder, as I have how this union came to be. Make no mistake, I do not pretend that what I know of this is the truth. I only know that it is what my Father has told me.

"My mother, at the behest of her goddess, was sent to spread corruption among the surface elves. So it came to be that she joined a group of adventurers, posing as an outcast in need of protection. My father, I imagine, was much different then.

"Over time he fell in love with Phyrra. After a few years of adventuring together, they settled just outside of Waterdeep... and had a child. They named her Myra.

"After I was born, my mother revealed her true nature and tried to take me into the Underdark with her. This heritage is why I was fully named Myra Sunveil. My name implying the shadow I was to bring to the surface elves.

"This, however, is where my tale becomes even confusing to me. Laina, who is really my cousin, was sent to live with my father when her mother (his sister) died in an accident. Father says it was at this time, both of us babes, that he took us and travelled to Sosaria to hide me from my mother.

"My earliest memories are of my father's estate outside of Trinsic, and helping my nanny with Laina as a baby. I was nearly 60 years old, I believe. I remember nothing of the journey here, nor of my life before. And my father refuses to speak about it.

"From then to this day, approximately 75 years have passed. I learned nothing of the world outside my father's walls until I left hom, only a short time ago.

"My father, I fear was affected more adversely then he knows by his ordeal with my mother. He hated Laina for being a half elf, having taken on a new philosophy of racial purity. I think the only reason he did not shun me, is because I was *his* daughter.

"While Laina was treated as a blemish to the world, I was treated as a princess - a nickname Laina still calls me to this day. I felt sorry for Laina, and tried to sway my father to be more kind to her.

"When Laina reached the age of 15, Father fired our nanny - the only one who had treated Laina and myself as equals. It was at this time that Laina began to sneak out. I would always cover for her, and over this time, despite my father's attempts to prevent it, we became very close.

"And I fear, dear Council, there is no more to tell of my tale. Take what you will, how you will.

"I thank you for your time and consideration.

~Myra Sunveil~"

Myra let the ink on her final stroke dry and looked over her words. She nodded to herself and closed the notebook. Tying a length of leather cord around the book, to hold it closed securely, she tucked the book into her bag. She closed the door to her home quietly, as she set out through the woods towards Tel'Ruid.

She took the book and slipped it onto the bar of the Silver Arrow. Leaving it where it was sure to be found, she slipped out to once more run free through the Glade.



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