These primal elves were much akin to Corellon,notnearly as powerfulbut just as changeable and auda-cious. Splendid fey
creatures, they traveled in Corellon'sshadow, sparkling like the reflections from a finely
cutgem. When Corellon came to notice these glorious
echoes, the god tarried
with them in the place thatbecame the realm of Arvandor.While enjoying the com-pany of these primal elves,Corellon came to appreciatetheir ideas, which were bothnovel and familiar, ands ingled out those of great repute for s pecial treatment.Corellon gave each of these luminaries a unique name-Aerdrie, Keptolo, Solonor, Naralis, Erevan, Hanali, Tar-sellis, Rillifane, Zandilar, Labelas, and many more -andwith each
name uttered, a new elf god was born.One of thesebeings, although privileged to be elevatedabove the rest of the primal elves, was not satisfied withbeing one of Corellon's trusted underlings. She-fors hehad declared herself thus- saw in the multiversearoundthem other beings making an impact in various worlds.The entity who called he rself Lolth spoke to the othernew gods and wove an enticing tale of how the elvescould attain superiority if only they could relinquish a bitof their individual freedom. Together, united in purpose,the gods could be the vanguardof this effort. Wasn'tlosing freedom to achieve greatnessworth the price?Through this argument, Lolth persua
ded the primal en-tit iesto take static forms, largely resembling what elveslook like today, and thereby turn away from the exampleof Corellon's wild, ever-shifting ways.As these primal reflections of Corellon changedtheirnature and defined themselves, they came tosee Corel-Ion and Lolth in new lights. They now viewed Corellonas their father, theone who had sired them, and Lolthas their mother, theone who set them on the path totheir destiny. Each of the other primal elves, as childrenwill do, favored one parent or the other. Corellon was
revolted by this perceived betrayal and railed againstLolth's intrusion. Some ofthe primal elves rose to herdefense. They argued that noentity who sprang fromCorellon, no matter how rebellious,should be attacked.Tho
se who remained advocates of Corellon insisted thattheirsire also wanted greatness for the elves and thats uch greatness could be achieved if allthe primal e lvesfollowed Corellon'slead.The primal elves gathered in great hostsaround Lolthand Corellonas each entity pleaded its case. At a timewhen Corellonbecame distracted and lost in thought,Lolth crept up onhim and sought to strike a mortalblow. The elves who favored Corellon helped to bluntthe attack, but those in Lolth's camp remained aloofanddetached, doing nothing to prevent her onslaught.T hi s act rent the elvesasunde r. Lolth and Corellonparted ways, Lolth to becomea demon lord in the Abyssand Corellon to become the defacto leader of a pan-theon that could no longer be trusted. The elf gods whosidedwith Corellon became the Seldarine, and thosewho fled along with Lolth becamethe Seldarine's darkreflection. Save for those who had been named gods,Corellon cast out the primal elves fromArvandor andconsignedthem to a physical existence on the MaterialPlane and otherworlds of the multi verse s uch as theFeywild and theShadowfell. From then on, all elvesCHAPTER 2 I ELVES
would be mortal, fixed in the forms they had adopted indefiance of Corellon's will. The elves who mostreveredLolth became drow, and the others divided themselvesinto a multitude of surface-dwelling groups, each wor-shiping some or all ofthe Seldarine in their respectiveenclaves.As a consequence of this rift, no elf would ever fullyreturn to Corellon's embrace to enjoy life eternal inArvandor. Instead, when an elven soul returns to Arvan-dor, it is adopted by the other godsof the S eldarine andgivenrespite from the world for a time, during which itisleft alone to contemplate its creator's disappointment.T henthe soul emerges from Arvandor, to be reborn intoa lissome, graceful body that lives for an incredibly longtime- evidencethat their creator holds a love for themthat, deepdown, is boundless.THE
ELVEN DIASPORA
The primal elves cavorted onvarious planes of existencebefore the rift between Corellonand Lolth. Outside theg loryof Arvandor, their favorite place was the Feywild,a lsocalled Faerie-a realm of unbridled passion. It is to
that placeof s plendors that the elves fled after they wereflung from Corellon's presence. It is inthat place wherethey transformed from fey creatures intohumanoids.Afterward, they often wept as they realizedwhat theyhad lost, theirsorrow made even deeper by the influenceof the Feywild.But it was a lso in the Feywild wherethey discovered the potentia l joys of being a person in aworld of fixed forms.Most of the elves even tually spread from the Feywildto other worlds, as wanderlust and curiosity drovethem to the far reaches ofthe multiverse. In those otherworlds, the elves developedthe forms of culture and so-ciety that a re now associated withtheir people. In someplaces,the name Corellon has passed from the memoryof theelves, but the god's blood flows within them still,even if theyknow nothing of its source.No matter where they a re in the multiverse, elves of allsorts feel a special connection to the realmof Faerie, forit was their race's first home after they werecast adrift.Even if they can'tname that realm or don't know how toreturn there, vestigialme mories of the place sometimesglimmer in their mindswhen they trance.One group of elves, the eladr in, never left that firstrefuge. After being exposed to the pervasive magic ofthe Feywild for centuries, these elves have a supernat-ural quality not shared bytheir cousins on the MaterialPlane. Some eladrin have beentransformed so thor-oughly that they have become fey creatures again a ndhavebeen permitted to return to Arvandor, where theya re a fascinationand a delight to the Seldarine.LIVING IN REVERIE
HISTORY, MY YOUNGFRIENDS? }UST BECAUSE YOURlives are as fleetinglyswift as a hummingbird's flight is nocause to say mine constitutes history. Historyis the weaveof things outside life, not for those still within its loom. StillI shall tel/you of my lifetimeand my clan's lifetime, as myclansong has not beensung in over a centwy. In reverie,