Mythrell'aa's Crown of Luneira

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When Mythrell'aa, Zulkir of Illusion, faked her own death using magic that made everyone think her name was Mythrellan, she had not been unprepared. She hadn't counted on the Thayan civil war occurring, nor did she fully trust the divinations of Yaphyll concerning her. As a proper Leiran worshipper, Mythrell'aa trusted practically no one but her own magic. So, after confirming the truth of the prophecy for herself, she tactfully retreated to her flying enclave amongst the Tears of Selune, which she had renamed from Doubloon to Luneira. When the spellplague hit and Luneira was transferred to Abeir from Toril, Mythrell'aa couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected twist that would "remove her soul from the world". The prophecy had still come true. What she hadn't expected to hear several weeks later was the impish voice of Yaphyll Sirtula, Zulkir of Divination, for she knew the young woman had been captured by the great necromancer of Thay. However, when she learned that Tam had not only freed her bindings so that she could cast for him but that he had forcibly compelled the diviner to cast the very spell which "split her and cast one portion forward in time" such that she encountered the spellplague and was thrown to Abeir. Of course, what would happen next would change the lives of the two Zulkirs forever. The Crown of Luneira was designed by Mythrell'aa herself and created by her own master craftsmen, most of whom knew better than to tell her that the crown was the "gaudiest thing that could ever be created". Most... unfortunately for the poor soul who didn't know better. Of course, the crown fits well within the enclave of Luneira, whose passion for illusion and enchantment is matched only by Mythrell'aa's strange fascination with pegasi, unicorns, and all things "fey". With its strange music and art scene, heavily influenced by the trip to "Los Vaegous" which Mythrell'aa had taken in following Elminster secretly to another world, the crown isn't even nearly the most gaudy thing in the enclave. Several of her personal bards, dressed as "Elvi" as they were when she stole them from the other world, could well compete for the title.