<strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Early Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location; Observatory<br/>Tagged; Aramis Leiath</strong><br/><br/>Neria chuckled warmly as she hopped off of the chair to allow Aramis to fiddle with his instrument as he wished.  She had noticed a touch of magic to his giant telescope, and was glad she hadn't imagined it as he explained what the enchantment was.  She could appreciate the fact he wasn't bound to gazing at the stars only at nighttime, having enjoyed the view herself immensely.  Who knows, maybe he was right regarding Sune?  She wasn't voyeuristic by nature far as Neria knew, but she didn't presume to know the minds of her gods she followed.  She had seen Mystra's constellation however, or what was left of it since her death at the hands of Shar, the Assassin, which had brought about the Spellplague as well as a time when arcane magic stopped working for far too long.  Even so, she knew or hoped she knew, part of the answer to his question, having heard a great deal from Giselle who in turn had heard the tale of her father and his friends standing against a draco lich that had been trying to compress the Plane of Shadow with that of the Prime Material Plane.  There was far more of course, but that was the gist of it.  Another god however had gotten involved thanks to a priest that Giselle's father had known back then.<br/><br/>"I might be able to answer part of your riddle Aramis.  Long ago, when I wasn't even born but Giselle was, she told me a tale of how her father and a few of his old friends banded together to stop an impossibly strong undead dragon.  The dragon had been fused together with a shard called Crenshinibon, an evil sentient artifact made when Toril was still young.  The combined might of the extremely dangerous artifact that possessed magical power to rival a lesser god, with the power of a dragon created the draco lich that soon sought to combine Toril, the Prime Material Plane as I know it, with that of the Shadowfell.  The Spellplague struck about the same time, rendering the then current wife of my friend's father, Cattie-Brie, into a kind of crazed stupor as azure flame consumed her when she had been meditating, gathering her spell power for the day.  Her body was untouched, but her mind was shattered, never to be made whole again.  A lot of that went around back then, countless people disappearing, dying, or made insane by the azure flames that could appear at anytime or anywhere they pleased, and there was no holding them back that anyone had discovered before it ended almost a century later.  At any rate, a priest by the name of Cadderly Bonaduce, a follower of Denier, a lesser god that made knowledge his business, helped Giselle's father and his friends to combat the evil that was taking over the world.  Mystra's Weave might have been unraveled, but Cadderly reported to have seen visions of Denier trying to fix the damage by fusing the tattered Weave with his Book, but the details escape me at the moment.  Whether this is why Mystra's constellation isn't gone or not I cannot say, but maybe it'll help with your research into the matter, Aramis."  At his question, the light elf nodded, knowing the North Star quite well.  What adventurer worth their salt didn't?