<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Elf_cleric_by_sktneh-d7269wr.jpg)</div><strong>Ionia Evermead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hMTK8vCel1VReSn9rXHFDtlQ6J__MTNtMG73SJq5bAM/edit)<br/><br/>I am pleased to introduce Ionia Evermead: Dreamwalker, Brightness Seeker, Swordswoman and spellcaster, slipping between moonbeams and dancing with the fireflies.  She has a tendency to flicker from place to place without warning.  Sometimes she really did it, other times you were just glancing away when she spotted something beautiful.<br/><br/><div align="center">*  *  *</div><br/>Ioinia is from a fairly prosperous family in a paradisaical elven homeland.  You could call her a princess, if you wanted too.  Not the princess, but the daughter of a very important family who might be wed to political or economic gain.<br/><br/>Ionia loved to study—and just read—from a very early age.  This surprised some people—even elves—who thought that a girl who runs in the forest chasing fireflies almost every night must be a tad bit simple—or at least not very focused.  Over the decades of her childhood she danced and played at nights, studied and trained by day.<br/><br/>There was a huge world out there, she knew it, but her family didn't want her to leave.  They told her it was an ugly, dirty place.   Not everyone beyond the woods was as bad as the orcs in the mountains.  Some were decent folk who just wouldn't stop rolling in the mud.  Others, however, were quite a bit worse.  The were afraid she didn't have the seriousness of mind to defend herself, and, well, she was a princess.<br/><br/>That didn't change Ionia's desire to see.  If there were really decent folk rolling in the mud, well, someone needed to show them how to build a bath tub.  Or maybe someone was keeping them there?  Surely someone like that was at least as bad as an orc.<br/><br/>We know what to do about orcs.<br/><br/>We have spells and swords and arrows for people like that.<br/><br/>When Ionia was 101, she started telling her parents she wanted to leave and see the world.<br/><br/>“The world is dangerous.  When your older, dear.”<br/><br/>“Exactly how dangerous can the world be, mother?  I've slain orcs and wyverns, and I've fought drow!”<br/><br/>This, of course, made her mother especially mad.  Though she approved of her daughter working with the miltia, she had repeatedly and expressly forbid the girl to fight drow.  Too dangerous!  Too horrible!  She couldn't bare the thought of her little girl dragged down into a cave and her heart cut out.<br/><br/>Her parents kept saying that.  When Ionia was 111 she discovered the spell Phantom Steed, packed her bags, and left home.<br/><br/>Over the last four years, she has seen incredible places, chased fireflies and danced under waterfalls.  She has met new friends, whom she treasures, and done heroic deeds.<br/><br/>She always remembers her parents nightmarish descriptions of the crimes of dark elves—other peoples' too.  Upon learning that a human has fallen prey to them, she wants to help.<br/><br/>Plus she has some friends who have gotten interested too.  Maybe they've traveled before.  Maybe she has enchanted rings or wondrous items for them.  Maybe one was the girl who enchanted her bow.<br/>