I was born into opulence as a member of the prestigious noble family of the Sun Elves of Faerûn, a rare sub-race of high elves. Like most Sun Elves, my eyes are gold, my hair is copper, and my skin has a darker hue. I am taller than most elves, 6'2", and weigh 160 pounds, giving me a slender appearance. While I was vigorous and active until 350, in my ripe age of 573, my strength is no longer what is used to be. However, with intent meditation, I've been able to maintain my agility and dexterity.

In my mid 400's, my family and I journeyed to The the island of Evermeet on account of The Retreat of 1344 DR, where over 90% of elves left Faerûn. In 1371 DR, an invasion force led by Kymil Nimesin attacked Evermeet with wonton disregard for elven life. His aim was to exact revenge on Danilo Thann, whom had banished him to a remote dimensional plane prior. Kymil escaped with the help of the dark eleven goddess Lolth, who freed him and enabled him to summon the Elf Eater Ityak-Ortheel. This monster destroyed my home and killed my family. At the instant the monster was to have devoured me, I was somehow transported to an endless desert, which only later in my life I would find was the Anauroch Desert.

After a few days of wandering I collapsed from heat exhaustion, certain that it was my end. When I came to again, I found myself in a yurt, having been nourished back to health by a nomadic Bedine tribe. They would take me in as one of their own, teaching me the ways of the desert, to listen patiently for it to reveal its secrets. I am forever indebted to them and have taken their tribal name, Zora al-Fadim, as way to express my gratitude for what they did.

For many decades, I was haunted by visions of the Ityak-Ortheel. It had always been a mystery how I was able to transport myself the way I did as the monster descended upon me. I had heard legends of high-elves who were able to "fey-step" slip seamlessly between the Prime and Feywild, but this hadn't happened since the First Sundering in -17,600 DR!

After many years of painful deliberation, I finally decide to leave the Zora al-Fadim Bedine tribe in search for what happened that fateful day so many years ago, to me, to my family, to my elven people. I set out from the desert toward Evermeet on a grueling journey.

After months of journeying alone, I hadn't seen another humanoid. One night, during a full moon, I see in the distance of gathering of what look to be many people. As I make my way toward them, they change into falcons, eagles, and wolves and scatter before I'm ever able to speak with them. They left behind only a book clasped in a wooden cover, on which is ascribed, "The Way of the Circle of the Moon". I take the book, make my way to a clearing, and begin to page through its ancient teachings...