This was a city nestled within a forest. Emerald-green trees screened the brilliant sunlight, and in the silent early morning, one could faintly hear insects chirping. The moist air seemed to speak of peace and tranquility.
Yet unlike most cities, a semicircular pale-purple Divine Spell Shield now covered the entire sky above it. Although the hazy radiance flowing slowly with the currents of energy seemed to evoke an air of mystery and beauty, the existence of this city undoubtedly represented the deepest tragedy of an entire race.
Yes, this was the Eternal Forest. This city beneath the divine canopy was the Elven Royal Court within the Eternal Forest... or rather, it was a world utterly different from the Elven Royal Court of old. The elves' laughter had long since vanished from the city, leaving only omnipresent despair and sorrow upon this land.
Perhaps, in a sense, the elves of the Faerun plane had already reached the brink of destruction. The suddenly erupted plague continued spreading through the Eternal Forest without any sign of being stopped. More than ninety percent of the elves had lost their lives to the horrifying epidemic said to originate from the Whisper of Destruction. Even the surviving elves could only endure a life of terror beneath the protection of the divine canopy. Their most trusted Grand High Priest, Aikar, was almost the sole savior of these remaining elves.
Without question, in the eyes of the surviving elves, their Mr. Aikar was a genuine Good alignment professional. After all, Lord Pious One was the Grand High Priest of the Church of Life. He was the Goddess' most devout follower, possessed Bright Moon tier power, and commanded countless powerful divine spells. Legend had it that, long ago, even Lady Saichiona herself had explicitly called Aikar the most trustworthy