Thalien Moonstrider

Seer of the Silver Veil

Moon ElfCleric / DruidLevel 7NG
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Thalien Moonstrider

Moon ElfCleric / Druid

Level 7

First Inked: Homebrew Neverwinter Chronicles

World of Origin: Toril

Favoured Haunt: The Moonglade

Known Marks in the Ledger

Race
Moon Elf
Class
Cleric / Druid
Alignment
NG
Faction / Allegiance
None
Patron Deity
Sehanine Moonbow
Background
Moonlit Wanderer of the High Forest

Ability Scores

STR
10
CON
14
DEX
13
INT
15
WIS
20
CHA
14

Ledger Provenance

Campaign
Homebrew Neverwinter Chronicles
Bearer
The Soul Bearer

Chronicle Entry

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Bio

A quiet and prophetic Moon Elf who walks the border between the natural and the divine. Guided by visions from Sehanine Moonbow and a fey-touched owl companion, Thalien reads omens in starlight and soil, following the Weave wherever it trembles before a coming storm.

Born beneath the silver canopy of the High Forest's elder boughs, Thalien Moonstrider was marked early as one touched by Sehanine Moonbow. His dreams were seldom his own; instead, they carried glimpses of moonlit paths, shifting omens, and distant skies trembling from powers not of Faerûn. Trained by druids of the Moonglade and clerics of the Crescent Temple, he learned to walk the liminal boundary between nature’s breath and divine whisper. Thalien travels with a Cathshee Owl named Sirael—an intelligent fey-creature whose form flickers between owl and small dryad depending on the strength of the moon. Deeply attuned to the Weave, Sirael senses disturbances long before they manifest, often alerting Thalien with a sudden glow or tremor of feathers. Thalien carries a silver-threaded pack touched by gentle enchantments of Selûne: it behaves as a Bag of Holding, but its contents shimmer faintly under moonlight and never jostle regardless of motion. Occasionally the pack glows on its own, guiding Thalien toward places where the veil thins. His recent visions showed lights drifting across the night sky, heat-scoured wounds on fallen warriors, and beings who vanish as though slipping between moments. These omens led him westward, to Neverwinter and finally to the hill outside Zaneya Keep—where the Weave pulls taut like breath before a storm. There he waits, knowing what comes will touch the land and its people before the world understands the danger crossing toward them.

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