fae court

A beautiful glass palace decorated with a confusing and jumbled mass of stained glass that cast colors and lights about the grounds. An assortment of lights floated around the grounds, only ever fading in their shining when covered by the constant smoke that never dispersed. Each room featured...

The edges of the room began to dissipate as his vision swam with that familiar sensation of losing sight and gaining much more clarity in the same moment. The defined lines around him of the room now translucent before being entirely removed from his perception of reality as the question...

Once cloaked in a wall of ancient and powerful wards, patrolled by mystical clouds of fog, leading travellers and others away from its presence. A towering fortress of oak and stone, held together with twisting vines and amber stones. This was known as the Amber Asylum, a horrid and secretive...

“Ma’am?” Kitty looked up from her accounting. The Sphinx wasn’t a large creature, about the size of a housecat, but the elegant human face emerging from a ruff of white fur had a commanding air. She was the proprietor of the finest cat house at the edge of the fae woods…that just happened to be...

“You lie.” It came out as a snarl, all gravel and teeth, and for the first time in their woe begotten life the Unseelie Fae felt hatred. Fray was no stranger to pain, anger, and suffering of endless variety. But never had they been given cause to truly, viscerally hate. Until now. Crouched...

Character profile for Relorath

"S-Sire?" There were not many things that could make the Shadowsinger tongue-tied but what the Erlking had just asked of him was one of them. He forgot himself temporarily and glanced up to meet those frigid green eyes. They seemed to bore into his skull right down to his soul and weigh it. His...

On the birth Travel to the Heart Turn left at the Fang's tip Ride until dawnbreak To the town of kāˌäs It was a cryptic message that had appeared written on the thin membranes of autumn leaves, embossed into the fragile tendons of snowflakes, whispered by the stars, and seared into dying...

The woods before dawn were anything but still. Birds had risen an hour earlier to begin their chorus and every manner of creature wound its way around the leaf litter. With pale twilight heralding the dawn, Ceinwyn moved through the underbrush without a sound. Her cloven hooves left gentle...

“Are you sure I’m not being a bother?” Ophelia stood before the Chamberlain of the Spring Court who had graciously offered to give her a tour of Grovehaven after she decided she’d make the temporary move to be closer to Quacey. Given the rather unfortunate rumors that surrounded her in her own...

"Your form is too stiff, Tharu. You have to move as though your body is nothing but water." Nairth's voice was stern, but gentle at the same time as he addressed his son. The two of them stood in the vast meadow surrounding the entrance to Grovehaven Castle. The massive structure that touched...

The old oak stands green and lush. No hint of time or sickly flush. Towering high and tall, It protects them all. Life and Freedom. The core tenants of Spring. A time of growth and change. Of becoming better. Of becoming stronger. Of becoming more.... Quacey looked about at all the younger...

An acorn tumbles down. The squirrels via for it. A tale to end in a frown. Lacking any humor or wit. Yet another tumbles down. The squirrels lose it. Up it sprouts and grows, Till it is a mighty oak. So this tale goes. Fading slowly as smoke. Quacey had been finding himself spending more time...

Vel Anir. Not exactly a town a shapeshifter wanted to find himself in but one full of opportunity. Joseph hated this place, deeply and with a passion, but at least the whiskey was clean. He could cloak himself easily here. No one paid attention to someone his size, a fact that was once painful...

If they had seen him coming, they would have done something. That was always the idea, wasn’t it? To hide the shame of the fae courts far away from anywhere it could pop up and embarrass someone. So far, Joseph had done them a favor by staying away. He had been back home in Floiland drinking...

Death was all that mattered anymore. Arguably one of the most powerful fae ever to walk Arethil sat blankly inside a bar, surrounded by a small phalanx of bottles. Whiskey, mycowine, beer, it didnt much matter as long as it kept hitting his system and keeping her from resurfacing in his...

Rosebury loved the Silent Court in actual autumn. The world was cooling, and growing cold and wet above. The subterranean Silent Court was always bursting with light. Castigare, always a lovely and lively city, was even more boisterous than usual. Rosebury sometimes felt as though Castigare was...

Compared to their seasonal neighbors in the Autumn Court, the Vitae's abode was a humble one. A single large estate hidden deep within the forest, though for its three residents, the place often seemed far too empty and spacious. Such was not to the case tonight. Brilliant decorations of onyx...

There was a myth amongst the humans of a round, jolly fat man who had a list of all the children who had been good and bad that year. On the darkest days of winter this old man with his rosy cheeks would leave presents under trees or in stockings hanging by the fireplace for all those who were...