Nocturne (then known as Sauvra) was the one of the only Elves to grow up in the once large city of Luskan. After the Spellplauge, the town's population as well as tolerance diminished, especially for races known for using powerful dangerous magics such as the elves were. Nocturne never knew her elven parents, nor are they parents in her eyes. Her father is Axle Turth, Captain of Ship Vanderin of Luskan. Axle found and raised Nocturne from infancy while simultaneously running his tavern, The One-Eyed Axe, and Captaining one of Luskan's major merchant ships. Nocturne was not raised by Axle alone, no, most employees and patrons had one hand or another in the process.
Nocturne was small and petite for her she, but has a mind to make up for her shortcomings. Ever curious, she would beg for stories from guests - fables, news, magic or sciences - it did not matter. As she got older, she would sneak away to the edge of town and wonder what secrets the nearby volcano, forests and glaciers contained.
One day on the north end of town, Nocturne was laying on the grass daydreaming of glacial adventure. Awoken by her father's booming voice he asks about her dream, when he noticed a glimmer in her eyes. That was the beginning of her transformation. What Nocturne found out over the course of puberty was that she was of a cursed bloodline. The lord of the 9 Hells, Asmodeus has cursed all mortal races with a chance to manifest infernal features, but was only know to manifest in humans or their halfbreeds.
The first changes to manifest was the goldening of her eyes, and increased sharpening of her mind. The reception of the town to her initial metamorphosis was positive, puberty seemed to be going easy on her. Ironically, some believe her to contain Aasimar blood. That changed when her horns started to emerge. With them came strange supernatural abilities. Instead of a cracking voice, her's would boom, eyes would flicker in color and fires in the kitchens would act strangely around her. By the time her horns peered out of her hair did people started to act standoffish, eventually being forced to work in the kitchen to avoid stares from onlookers. By the age of 17 her coloration and horns were so queer to the citizenry that they held a town meeting to force her out. Once Axle found out weeks later, he knew no better option than to send her to a school in Baldur's Gate where the more magically minded might better accept her appearance.
Axle forced one of his ship hands to accompany her on the journey. This man was less liked than Nocturne, failing at even the simpler tasks of a ship right. Drask made up for his ineptitude with girth, the man stood nearly 7 foot, weighing 4 to 5 hundred pounds. Not acquainted until this journey, the week-long horseback trek was tedious both conversationally and in effort. Drask was left with simple instructions from Axle, follow the road south, no detours nor long stays in towns, especially not Waterdeep. By the time the party found their way to Neverwinter, Drask knew enough of Nocturne to know how much of a distraction Waterdeep would be to the girl. He opted to bypass it all together.
They found themselves in the High Forest, finding refuge in an ancient Elven Stronghold. Mostly ruin by the time they discovered it, they found one tower still remaining. Most likely held together by strong magic, Nocturne quickly found out this was a library, containing historical documents on the Elves of Ascalhorn and the Fey’ri Pact.
Ancient human wizards summoned devils to Ascalhorn in order to control the Elven seat of power in High Forest. Unable to defeat both the wizards and devils, the Elf Queen Eaerlann made a deal with the devilish inbreed of Elves from Cormyr, known as Fey’ri. Ascalhorn would be their embassy in the west in turn for saving of the remainder of High Forest.
Nocturne planned on finishing the remainder of these tomes, but needed rest from the long journey; but only to be awaken in a strange location, a grand ring of old Oak trees, dominated by a colossal ancient Treant, gnarled and weathered. The clearing was filled with men and women of many races wearing garb of leaves hide and bark, with masks made from the crowns of various dire beasts. Drask was nowhere to be seen.
“You have pasted the first test, as the evil of heart shall not gaze upon the face of the Grandfather Tree. If you are no Fey’ri, what is your purpose here,” spoke a tall male with a dire bear cowl, “why did you open the ancient archive?”
“Fey’ri?” questioned Nocturne. “No..no. I just wan- -wanted to keep warm. I was curious, so I read. I’m sorry. Where is Drask? Can we just go home?”
“Very well child, and where would home be? I have scryed your mind, I can give you the knowledge you desire as well as a home.”
Months later the Druidic initiation ceremony began, renaming herself to Nocturne to embody the part of nature she most exemplified. Druid life came very easier to Nocturne, yet still spent time reading of the curiosities of the urban world. Nocturne loved the litter critters (but she would tear them to pieces….)
Decades pasted like the blowing of leaves. Drask moved to Waterdeep married, and had children, then grandchildren. They stayed in touch, and Drask would send word of how her father was fairing. Axle passed first, followed shortly after by Drask; even some of his children were old and dieing. The more time passed, the less friends would visit and the more reclusive Nocturne would become. The only person who would visit often was Samwell, a grandchild of Drask. He dreamed of becoming of the druidic order, but was too simple and craven. None the less, every week he would bring books deep into the forest in return for a simple nature lesson.
Nocturne grew jealous of the brave work some of her fellows were doing destroying dragon nests, that soon she would visit small towns and boast of her victories slay mighty green dragons. Little did she know, that a dragon cult was growing in size in the area and would overhear her boasts and take offence.
One day while she was pouring over a tome titled Tax Law in Waterdeep she was attacked by cultists. Broken and brittle, Nocturne had just enough magic to keep herself from death. Days later, Samwell found her shattered starving body. She opened her eyes at that moment, stared at Samwell and whispered one word.
“Greenest.”
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