Radiant Isle

A secluded island located somewhere in the middle of a black lake in the south of the realm regularly draws dozens or even hundreds of witchlights to its shores. The island can be seen from the far side of the lake thanks to the pale glow that emanates from the place. Brave souls who use magic or take a boat across the lake find a building composed of solid light nestled in an otherwise desolate rocky outcropping. Low and sprawling, the structure has a blue central dome and several white marble wings, radiating from that hub. Witchlights flit across the lake and into the building, gliding through the opaque, glowing walls.
For creatures that can’t pass through the light walls, a normal entrance opens into a library, but instead of books and scrolls, sheets of multicolored light are stacked atop one another in orderly fashion. Each sheet of light contains recorded knowledge. The witchlights move about the archive, a few at a time, to add some of their own light to what’s already there. In addition, brass-and-silver library automatons move among the stacks, scanning the library and its visitors. Visitors that convince the automatons to help can find strange lore gathered from across the realm, even the planes, stored in the archive. The library is said to connect to other storehouses of wisdom on other planes through doors limned in strange alphabets.
The liosalfar—elementals composed of pure, colored light—are frequent visitors to the Radiant Isle. They have a great love of patterns and a hatred of any creature that seeks to disrupt the patterns of “color” they identify as the world around them. They can offer invaluable insight on locating a specific piece of lore, but any who threaten the archive or the knowledge stored within inspire their wrath.

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