The god of spring, beauty, and the arts, Corellon is the patron of arcane magic and the fey. He seeded the world with arcane magic and planted the most ancient forests. Artists and musicians worship him, as do those who view their spellcasting as an art, and his shrines can be found throughout the Feywild. He despises Lolth and her priestesses for leading the drow astray. He urges his followers thus:
1.Cultivate beauty in all that you do, whether you’re casting a spell, composing a saga, strumming a lute, or practicing the arts of war.
2.Seek out lost magic items, forgotten rituals, and ancient works of art. Corellon might have inspired them in the world’s first days.
3.Thwart the followers of Lolth at every opportunity.
Only with eternal vigilance can the world be kept safe from those who would destroy it. Too many times in their long history, the elves have seen evil rise—often from within their own ranks—and too often they have suffered at the hands of their enemies. But no more. With neverending vigilance, the Temple of True Aim has kept vigil over the world for uncounted centuries at the behest of Corellon. It does so for the good of all elves, even if that means keeping an eye on every elf. The enemies of Corellon and his people are so numerous that relaxing your watch for even a moment would let evil again win a foothold in the elven realms.
The Temple of True Aim consists of extremely cautious elves who know the truth of the world. Allies come and go, but enemies are never absent. The church encompasses a vast network of members. Many are clerics, but elves of other classes also want to keep their people safe. Elf rogues wander the streets of enemy nations, seeking to learn whether rumors of war are true. Elf rangers and druids scout the wild mountains, hoping to learn the strength of the current orc chieftain and his plans for conquest. When the vigilant church of Corellon detects the taint of evil in any elf nation, it strikes without mercy. Whether the enemies are fiends from the Abyss, raiding orcs, or the hated drow, Corellon’s followers ply their sure arrows with deadly accuracy. Great heroes of the church earn honorifics among their enemies—a sign of respect strongly tinged with fear.
The drow earn special enmity for more than just the ancient schism that divided the elf race. The church teaches that when Corellon cast the drow from the surface, he meant to send them to the Abyss, there to spend the rest of eternity with their dark mistress, Lolth. But Lolth’s power and trickery were too strong, so the drow remained on the Material Plane. Thus, killing drow is holy work, because each dark elf soul sent to the Abyss is another step toward completing the work begun by Corellon so long ago.