As wise as she is beautiful, Laraentha Silverbranch is one of the oldest Elves of the western fold. She has seen civilisations rise and fall, all the while ruling her people of the Twilight Glades with nobility, grace and great sagacity. Gifted with impressive powers of foresight and divination, she has guided her people through times both trying and terrible, and there can be no doubt that were it not for her insight and prescience, that the Elves of the Twlight Glades would have long perished as a people. Elven kings and envoys come from far and wide to hear her advice and revered council, and she is honoured above all others.
Her voice is melodious and soft, and her laughter lifts the spirits of the darkest soul. Plants burst into flower in her presence, and there are few who can look upon her glowing radiance without feeling awe, and even kings bow to her. Able to heal the sick and even bring back to life those that have suffered mortal wounds, Laraentha is a paragon of peace and virtue, nurturing and beloved of her people. Nevertheless, when her ire is raised she is a terrible and fearsome foe.
Laraentha’s mastery of magic is beyond compare, and the power of the elements are hers to command. She can summon storms and gales that could level a city, and can strike her foes down from afar with lightning bolts that leap from her hands. She is able to manipulate the winds so that the enemy must fight merely to stand, let alone advance, or make rivers part to enable her armies to march upon the enemy from unexpected quarter. She can cause her warriors’ arrow tips to become wreathed in mystical flames, and enter the minds of her foes, making them drop their weapons or confusing their general’s orders, sowing confusion and fear.
As a child, her powers were more potent than anything the sword-mages of Khaeloth had ever before witnessed, yet they were wild and untempered, as likely to be a danger to the young Laraentha as to the Elves she lived amongst. To control and temper her power, they bound much of it within a heartstone, a crystal that was magically embedded within her flesh. As she learnt control and became at one with the goddess from whence her power came, she was able to tap into her heartstone at will, harnessing its power to her will. The lit emitted by the heartstone reflects Laraentha’s emotions, radiating cool shades of green and blue in times of peace, turning a rare, burning red when her anger is roused.
Bound to her as surely as her heartsone, the Lyrynx cat Silverthorn is her constant companion, rarely more than a few feet from her. Even in times of war, the magical creature accompanies her, taking on its fighting aspect and running at her side, spitting and slashing at her enemies. It has been said that the reason that Laraentha has never taken a lover or consort is because of the close bond she shares with her Lyrynx, and it tolerates only a privileged few to stroke it.