Her long white hair caresses her gentle pale skin. She walks so effortlessly with such poise that she appears to be the quintessential elf; an embodiment of grace. Her hands are delicate, her fingers glow with a gentle blue-white light. A spellcaster no doubt . . . Even at a young age, Lila possessed a considerable amount of arcane power… in fact on the eve of her thirtieth birthday, she had accidentally managed to set alight her room. Her wizard-parents had previously regarded her abilities as a course of inheritance. In an effort to try and contain her volatile magics, they took her to a cleric of Lucinda, hoping that faith might be able to provide a cure when alchemy could not. The Lucindite soon discovered that Lila needed no book to cast a spell. That she was born with the essence of the Weave running through her veins. Gestures of her hands were enough to tap into the power of the Weave. He was astonished by the power of the child. . . and knew that such a talent is a mark of Lucinda's favor. He took her under his wing, in order to try and teach her to master her exceptional power. Over time Lila had come to master her delicate gift. She was able to manipulate the Weave without unforeseen consequences. In the early years she spent mastering the Art in the hallow halls of the temple in Melnon with the Lucindite, he had taught her the teachings of Lady of the Weave. But Lila in her youthful arrogance simply accepted them or pretended to follow them in fear of expulsion. But as years passed she had come to feel the presence of Goddess on a personal level… she had begun receiving visions, and some times magical displays of affection. Only then did Lila come to realize that her abilities were Lucinda's doing. When she had finished her studies at the Temple, she remained there as an instructor in the spell School of Conjuration. And as she grew older, and wiser, her connection with the Lady of Spells increased… and visions from Lucinda became more frightening and disturbing. . . and increasingly obscure. . . usually just a face, or a glimpse of burning house or a cry of helpless child or the screams of a dying man. On the eleventh night of Winter Deep on the Year of 1373, Lucinda gave her a profound vision: A Shadow reaching up to snatch a silvery star. Only then she knew what the Goddess was trying to tell her all along. . . She had abandoned her purpose for far too long. . . For too long she had not realised the greatest of Lucinda's teachings: "Do everything you can for the Weave, for otherwise, magic may fade away." And it was time that she fulfilled it. Since the eventful day, Lila has wandered the lands, hunting for those who seek to desecrate the Weave.