A Forgotten Realms Setting based fiction.

“House Starym sends their regards, Ravenshadow,” the deep bronze skinned, flame-haired elven lady thrust the blade along the top of her duskwood longbow toward Arilisha.

Dusk descended in the horizon, to cloak the skies following in night’s stars and darkness, the thick trees and canopies surrounding that made the Moonwood seeming deeper from it all. The second daughter to her clan name stepped back in a blur of her displacement enchantment and drew out her curved elven lightblade in a successful parry. As she did this, Arilisha raised her hand and a flare of dusky violet magic missiles ascended from her palm and toward the camouflage leather-clad assassin.