Born on the island of Evermeet, the last place elves truly call their home. Liira was raised on a steady diet of discipline and martial training. Her father a member of the Royal Guard and a supremely talented Spell-Archer, taught her to meld bow and arcane forces with devastating effect. Her mother a captain of the unicorn riders as their namesake says an all female unicorn riding regiment tasked with the safety of Evermeets shores was no novice to combat, for it was the unicorn riders that were and always would be the first line of defense when the nasty things of this world and the next dared to tread upon the golden shores of Evermeet.
Her father Hesterin resigned his position withing the Queens Guard in order to Join lord Seiveril Miritar's force of elves that traveled to Evereska in the year of lightning storms to fight the fey'ri demon host that had taken up refuge in the Ruins of Myth Drannor**, The ancient elven first home. The Demon horde repulsed and Myth Drannor cleared of its host of evil creatures, Many of Evermeet's elves chose to stay and see the mighty city restored to a seat of elven power. It was here in the second settle of the ancient elf home that Liira grew up, amidst the tall spires, winding courtyards and beautiful gardens made whole once more.
One day out on patrol near shadowdale SE of Myth Drannor, Lirra stumbled across an orc encampment with a detachment of scouts. In the process of running the orc's down the ground around her began to buckm heave and roil like waves in the sea. The ground cracked open in blazing blue fire swept the area killing the orc's and everyone in the scouting detachment except Liira herself. she awoke hours later surrounded by the charred remains of her fellow guardsmen and a patch of spell blight at which she lay in the very center.
Dragging herself to her feet, she made for the walls of Myth Drannor thankful to be alive yet feeling oddly different. As she made her way through the dense forrest she began to feel ill, her palms began to itch, sweat ran freely from her brow and into her eyes. She felt nauseous and her temples ached like her head was about to explode. she staggered to withing two bow shots of the entry gates to the stronghold and collapsed to her knees and screamed at the heavens. Bright blue spell-fire poured from her into the night sky, cascading sheets of arcane fire rippled about her scorching the ground around her.
For long minutes the flames poured from her and when they subsided she collapsed once again. Her last vision before the darkness of unconsciousness took her, were the gates swinging open and armored elves heading her way. She awoke in her chambers with many clerics of Corellon surrounding her chanting divination and healing spells. When it was all over she had been informed she had come across a patch of spell plague and now bore a spell scar. In the coming weeks Lirra decided the regimental life of a captain of the guard was no longer for her. Resigning her post she set out on a new road of adventure and hopefully equal parts danger and treasure.
