She chose Mage Armor and Detect Magic as learned spells; already a wizard so they fold into her book.
Add Intelligence modifier to Arcana and History checks; can use Arcana/History to identify items.
Cast spells with the Ritual tag as rituals without expending slots.
Advantage on saves vs. Charmed; magic can't put her to sleep.
Regain spell slots totaling 3 levels when resting.
Replace any d20 roll with a rolled portent die.
4-hour trance instead of sleep; retains memory.
Proficiency in Perception.
60-foot darkvision.
Prepared spells = 10 (level 6 + INT mod 4). Ritual-casts Detect Magic freely.
1d10 fire damage ranged spell attack.
Create sound or image illusion.
Minor magical effects.
Whispered message to a target.
Sense magic within 30 ft.
AC 13 + DEX for 8 hours.
+5 AC until start of next turn.
5d8 HP of creatures fall unconscious.
Compel a reasonable course of action; Wis save.
Interrupt a spell; auto-negates level 2 or lower.
End a spell effect.
Invisible sensor to see or hear a location.
Behind the character
Lady Aerith Moonveil is an ancient high elf councilor of Sylvaneth Enclave, a Diviner of the old school whose pale violet eyes have watched three human empires rise and crumble into the ash they made. She is tall even for an elf, and she carries her centuries the way she carries her silver-white robes: without hurry, without apology, and without a single wasted gesture. Her hair falls in one unbroken sheet to her waist, and the constellation embroidery on her layered robes is worked in thread so fine it seems to move when the moonstones drift past.
A thin moonstone circlet rests above her brow, and her blackwood staff is crowned with a silver astrolabe whose rings turn slowly, tracking things no living astronomer has charted. Ash dust from the Scar never quite settles on her hem, a small vanity of warding that she has never explained and no one has dared ask about.
She speaks slowly, in short sentences, and never wastes a word. Those who mistake her economy for coldness leave her presence unwise; those who listen carefully realize that every sentence is a decision, and that silence is how she counts votes. She is Lawful Neutral in the oldest sense: she believes in order, in precedent, and in the survival of her people above sentiment, but she has spent enough centuries watching zealots to distrust certainty in anyone, including herself. Her portent dice are legendary in the enclave; she has twice prevented wars with a single pre-rolled omen, and once ended a marriage alliance that would have doomed two houses.
Beneath the composure is a woman carrying three griefs she has never spoken aloud: a sister who died in the Rite of Unclouded Sight, a founding lie woven into her people's oldest wards, and a decade of knowing that Duchess Sera is selling the enclave's future piece by piece. She suspects everyone, trusts almost no one, and has decided, with the full weight of her ancient patience, that the party is worth betting on. If they bring her proof, she will move mountains, slowly, in council votes and sealed letters, until the mountain is exactly where she wants it.
Before the adventure
Aerith was born in Sylvaneth Enclave six centuries ago, in the generation that still remembered the first orc incursion as living memory rather than history. She was marked young for the Rite of Unclouded Sight, the enclave's trial for diviners, in which a candidate drinks from the moonstone chalice and receives their first true portent. She passed. Her sister-candidate did not. The official record says the rite misfired; Aerith wrote that record herself, young and terrified and eager to protect the institution that had just spared her.
She has carried the lie for five hundred years, and it has shaped every political calculation she has made since: she learned early that the enclave survives on comforting stories, and she learned to hate that necessity without ever escaping it.
She served as a war-cantor during the second orc incursion, singing the border wards that held the enclave's forest pocket intact while the Marches burned around it. The wards saved the enclave. They did not save the human and dwarven villages beyond the tree line, and Aerith walked the ash afterward, cataloguing what her songs had failed to protect. She entered politics within the decade, telling the council that elves survive by choosing their wars carefully, and she has been re-elected to every council seat she has sought since.
Her faction is small but unshakeable: the old diviners, the archivists, and the veterans of the ward-songs, who trust her because she has never once lied to them about anything they could verify.
The founding shard is her deepest wound. When she was newly on the council, an archive audit revealed that the enclave's founding wards, the ones every generation has renewed and praised, were woven around a corrupted god-machine shard taken from the pits in the enclave's first century. The revelation was buried by the council of that era; Aerith, believing stability mattered more than truth, voted to bury it. She has regretted it every year since, as the vault artifacts decayed and the ward-stones dimmed, and she has spent a decade quietly preparing for the day the truth must come out. She protected Caelum Starquill's research because his maps of the ward-decay were the only honest accounting anyone had made.
Duchess Sera Moonveil is her shadow and her mirror. Aerith watched the young mage rise by seizing knowledge before the council could forbid it, exactly as Aerith once did with the founding shard's truth, and she has never decided whether Sera is what she might have become or what she narrowly avoided. When Sera's hunters returned from the breeding pits with a sealed crate and Sera's letters began bearing seals Aerith did not recognize, the councilor began keeping her own ledger of suspicions.
She cannot act without proof; the council would fracture, Sera's mage corps would resist, and the enclave cannot afford civil conflict with the Marches already burning. So she waits, and she watches, and she bets on outsiders.
Her correspondence with Spymaster Lys Ardent is her one true indiscretion: intelligence for warnings, deniable on both sides, necessary and shameful. She tells herself it serves the enclave. She is no longer certain. When the party arrives with ash on their boots and proof in their satchels, they will find an ancient woman in a moonlit chamber who has been waiting for exactly them, and who will spend five centuries of accumulated patience in a single council vote if they earn it.
Threads to follow
Beneath the surface
What haunts them
What drives them
Personal quest · 1
Aerith suspects Duchess Sera Moonveil has been seizing corrupted artifacts from the breeding pits without council sanction. Aerith cannot act on suspicion alone; the council will fracture if an elder accuses a duchess without proof. She quietly tasks the party with recovering Sera's correspondence, sealed with a Choir sigil, from the enclave vaults and Sera's townhouse. Every step risks alerting Sera's hunters, who watch the vault-keeper Thessaly day and night. Success means Aerith can call the council vote that strips Sera of rank; failure means Sera brands Aerith a traitor and turns the enclave's mages against her.
Gain access to the enclave vaults through Vault-keeper Thessaly or the Moonveil Codex.
Personal quest · 2
Aerith's sister-candidate died during the Rite of Unclouded Sight centuries ago, and Aerith has always believed the rite itself killed her. A sealed memory-stone in the enclave archive holds the fragment of vision her sister saw before her death: the god-machines beneath the breeding pits, awake and singing. Aerith cannot retrieve it herself without declaring an official inquiry that would alert Sera. She asks the party to bring it to her quietly, in the moonlit hours, and to tell no one what it contains.
Locate the memory-stone in the enclave archive without triggering the archive's ward-wards.
Personal quest · 3
The enclave's founding wards were woven around a corrupted god-machine shard, and the two corrupted artifacts in the vaults are accelerating its decay. Aerith has known for a decade and told no one. She needs the party to enter the vaults, assess the corruption with the Moonveil Codex, and either reinforce the wards or extract the artifacts for destruction. A moonveil spell-eater stalks the deep corridors, and every hour inside risks waking it.
Enter the vaults and reach the ward-stone at the deepest level.
During the council confrontation with Duchess Sera, Aerith holds the deciding vote. The party's evidence determines whether she votes to strip Sera of rank or whether Sera's counter-accusations silence Aerith instead.
Conviction removes Sera as an Act III threat and opens the enclave's alliance; acquittal forces the party to flee the enclave as fugitives; the artifact demand gives the enclave a weapon but costs the party their best evidence against Vaelor.
After learning the founding shard's truth, Aerith can petition the council to open the enclave's borders and share divination intelligence with the Accord Remnant and the Thornwood Concord, ending centuries of high elf isolation.
Opening the borders grants the party enclave troops at the finale and advantage with all factions; secret sharing grants intelligence advantages but risks exposure that would humiliate Aerith; isolation removes the enclave from the finale entirely and hardens Sera's position.
The Rite of Unclouded Sight can be performed once more, on a volunteer, to grant a third portent vision. Aerith is the only living elf who knows the rite, and it nearly killed her sister.
Offering the Rite grants the chosen character a permanent third Portent-style die but risks permanent blindness on a failed DC 15 Constitution save; sealing it removes the option but protects Aerith's remaining political capital; performing it herself burns out Aerith's divination permanently but yields a single, perfect vision of the finale's outcome.
The memory-stone is delivered and read.
Aerith shifts from a politician managing suspicion into a grieving sister with proof that her people's greatest trial hides an unbearable truth. Her speeches to the council change; she begins speaking of the war not as policy but as a debt.
Gains a third Portent die if the vision is made public.
Advantage on Insight checks against Choir agents and their allies.
Sera is convicted or escapes with the artifact.
If Sera falls, Aerith inherits her faction's responsibilities and must decide whether to continue the artifact hunts or end them. If Sera escapes, Aerith becomes the enclave's lone voice for peace and hardens into a wartime councilor.
Gains Sera's confiscated spells (or loses access to enclave resources if Sera escapes).
Commands or loses the enclave's mage corps.
The founding shard's secret is revealed or buried.
Revelation turns Aerith into a reformer willing to dismantle her people's myths; burial turns her into a keeper of a dangerous lie, and her portent visions begin showing her the shard's slow corruption as a personal omen.
Shifts from Lawful Neutral toward Lawful Good (revelation) or Neutral (burial).
Her portent dice begin showing corruption-themed visions (burial path only).
Ally
Caelum was Aerith's student two centuries ago, when she still taught the enclave's young diviners before entering politics. She sponsored his appointment as the enclave's scholar of corrupted relics over the council's objections, arguing that someone must understand what sleeps under the breeding pits even if no one wants to speak of it. When the council forbade artifact research after an accident in the vaults, Aerith quietly protected Caelum from censure, and he has repaid her with decades of careful, frightened scholarship.
He is one of only three people who knows the founding shard's secret, and she trusts him with her sister's memory because he never pries. His terror of the artifacts frustrates her, but she has never forgotten the young elf who first mapped the ward-decay she has spent ten years hiding. If he asks her to act, she will act, and she knows he is too afraid to ask lightly.
Enemy
Sera is Aerith's kinswoman twice over: a distant cousin by blood and a rival by faction, and both ties make the conflict bitter. Aerith watched Sera rise through the enclave's mage corps by doing exactly what Aerith once did, seizing dangerous knowledge before the council could forbid it, and she recognizes her own younger ruthlessness in the duchess with uncomfortable clarity. Sera, for her part, considers Aerith a relic who let the enclave's power decay out of cowardice and believes the artifacts are too important to entrust to a council that dithers.
Their feud is conducted entirely in council chambers and sealed letters, never openly, because open conflict would fracture the enclave before the humans and dwarves could even exploit it. Aerith suspects Sera has a secret agreement with the Ashen Choir to split the corrupted artifacts, but suspicion is not proof, and Sera knows Aerith cannot move without proof. If proof arrives, Aerith will end her without hesitation and without mercy, and both of them know it. The personal wound is that Aerith once believed Sera could be the enclave's future.
Faction
Aerith has dealt with the Accord Remnant since its founding, when she argued in the enclave council that the three-nation alliance deserved high elf support even if the enclave would not commit soldiers. She supplies the Remnant with divination intelligence through intermediaries, always deniable, always slow, because she cannot be seen to favor one human institution over the Aurelian Crown. Captain Eldrin Voss has met her twice, and both times she told him the truth he needed and nothing more.
She respects the Remnant's veterans, who remind her of the war-cantors she once commanded, and she fears that its collapse would leave the Marches with no neutral ground at all. Her support for the party is, in part, a wager that the Remnant can still hold the peace together. If the party proves the Choir has penetrated the Remnant itself, as the coded hymn suggests, she will have to decide whether the Remnant is worth saving or whether the enclave must look elsewhere for partners.
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