fae

The Fringelands Northwest of the Spine OOC - Please read the notes below for a quick reference on the Goblin Market and #ifyourcharacterwouldknowaboutit There were many layers to the world through which a creature might find their path of survival. For most, there was the surface world. Known...

The General frowned. He wondered for the thousandth time why this mission hadn't been assigned to his brother, Raphael. Or one of the hounds. This was an investigation. Something that needed a fine tuning and a mystery to solve. Not a blunt hammer, that as the General of the Autumn Court...

A moth flapped its wing in a hurry, making Wordweaver's ear twitch imperceptibly. The thick foliage of the southern Falwood rainforest trapped the moisture in the air, shielding its ground from the dimming amber of the sun far above. With its balmy, humid air, Wordweaver could even smell the...

Alliria Sparks flew from Vulpesen’s blade as claws flashed in the moonlight, a mere inches from his face and he offered a swift riposte, the point of his sword similarly coming within inches of the creature as it retreated. Still, as quick as the Zorren was, he scored only a large gash in his...

Music rang out from the end of the ballroom where a small stage like dais supported a full band, eagerly plucking at lyres and playing on flutes. The food was delicious and patrons gossiped, flirted, and talked amongst each other as they meandered from table to table, their fingers wrapped...

???????? - Leaf(Autumn) Court Amaryllis His head swam, but he could breath. Every muscle in his body ached, all of it coming in waves that all seemed to flatten as he filled his lungs. The more he took in, the better he felt. An odd sort of serenity swimming over him as consciousness swept...

Three ravens flapped loudly and came to perch on the ruins of an old wall. It might have been the demarcation of an ancient settlement or the wall or a single hall. The landscape had reclaimed so much of the land it was hard to tell. "Caw!" A small boy emerged from the treeline, skipping a...

Somewhere, East of Thiria...At the border of the Spine and the Blightlands, the border between Winter and Autumn... When one isn't looking... There exists a series of caves, known to be little more than a death trap for any adventurer brave enough to enter. Entrances have been boarded up with...

The Fae did not have many rules. Indeed, for most of their lives they would search for loopholes and gaps in the few they did have. But the one that nobody dared to touch or break was that of hospitality. Hospitality was a rule that many suspected went all the way back to the Gods murmured to...

Sweet little one, Sweet little two. To you I run. How I love you. Quacey hadn't had much time for the past three months to focus on his poems. He needed to bring Ethir back to Twin Home with him so she could work on finding her path.... At least that was the original purpose. A month in and he...

The forests of The Falwood, the home of the Spring-- Such an everlasting fortress of nature; a final haven of untouched life that remained undaunted in the face of hastily growing civilization. In a world where new lands to explore and new air to breathe became less and less frequent with every...

Alliria had been a rich hunting ground for a time. But those with power were beginning to figure out there was a pattern to what was taking their people at night, and he'd been pushing his luck far too much to remain around the large city for too much longer. The bag he kept on his back full of...

The primal snarls and howls of the hounds echoed into the night as the Sluagh hounds returned from their hunt, their sleek bodies glistening with the blood of their prey. Their fur, as dark as the deepest shadows, rippled with a predatory grace as they prowled through the moonlit forest to...

On the Road Between Here and There The white-haired elf traverses a narrow, dark path. The edges of the walkway blur into the abyss that spans on either side. Staring off into the seemingly endless black, one's mind became filled with the dissonant whispers of forlorn souls. The lantern held...

Somewhere, East of Thiria...At the border of the Spine and the Blightlands, the border between Winter and Autumn... When one isn't looking... There exists a series of caves, known to be little more than a death trap for any adventurer brave enough to enter. Entrances have been boarded up with...

There was a loud rap on the door. A fae of lesser standing in a fine coat waited to announce the arrival of his master. Behind him was a small carriage, the glamour that kept it hidden from the eyes of common and tiresome bandits. "Lord Rovomane requests an audience with the family and perhaps...

Two by two, The Dancing March Begins. Me and You, Ignoring all our Sins. The large fae looked at the words in his journal. A slight frown upon his lips. This one he didn't understand. He had written it but he didn't understand it. It was short. It was cryptic. It wasn't his usual style when it...

Character profile for Relorath