Belwen of Birchwood:
Belwen grew up in a hidden clan, unknown to world outside of their forest of Birchwood. As a young elfling, she dreamed of seeing the world outside her village. Little did she know her village would need her.
She spent many years of her young life foraging and caring for the hunters in the village, as many other elvish women do, until her 16th birthday. Her grandmother, an elven mystic named Beyfaun, had asked her to meet in private. She told her of a powerful witch that had taken the nearby kingdom by storm. A witch named Vlaneth the Vengeful. Beyfaun knew Vlaneth wouldn't stop there, and their forest, which is just north, is known for magical resources. "I'm 304 and much too old to match a sorceress of her aptitude, Belwen, but your youth and honor will make you a worthy adversary. Take this.." Beyfaun handed her granddaughter an old box. "My grandmother gave this to me when I became a mystic. I don't want you to end up a housewife like your mother, Belwen." Belwen opened the box and found an absolute treasure. It was an old wand. Wands made by the ancient elves were used to orchestrate the forces of nature in harmony. "It well help you find the help you need. Youll have to learn how to use it on your own. Stop Vlaneth before she gets here. Go." Belwen packed what she needed in her satchel, put the wand in her bag, and left that night. - 3 minutes ago