fae

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

Somewhere, in the Spine, miles away from the Crobhear Portal Stone. Tracking fae was never easy. Glamours did more than just disguise them, it could erase scent or sound at it’s peak. There were always tell-tale signs but fae, the little insects that they were, could exhibit sudden and rare...

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...

The winds whip about and shove. Waters rush around and carve. The sun seeks to burn thirst into all. Dangers held within the providers of life. Sapling vulnerable from above, If not for the mountain standing tall. Tourneys, balls, festivals, competitions, and hunts. Activities constantly...

Sweet Summer Child Lost deep in the wild. Why do you hide? Why have you cried? No longer feel riled, My arms are open wide. How long had it been since Quacey left his children at home? A few years. No longer babes nor toddlers. Since their birth he had been there for them. His heart consumed...

As the night progressed Aurora shared so much laughter with Raea, dancing together amongst the others who also were sharing in their glee. It was magical to Aurora, freeing to say the least; she had felt completely open with Raea as they reconnected in this new place. It was hard to believe that...

Xanthe never dreamed when she was put under the hunter’s spells. Whenever she would wake up, which was whenever the hunters wanted her to, she always felt a sense of longing. It would have been nice if she could have dreamed while being asleep. Suntory Market couldn’t even let the captured fae...

A symphony of howls and barks resounded all around the Falwood. A dozen or more hounds were chasing after one prey, their parted jaws easily picking up their prey’s scent as they bounded through the verdant green of the forest. Bloodhounds and elkhounds and retrievers were leading the hunt...

Somewhere... The world moved so fast. Cities rose and fell, whole civilisations were lost and then new ones built atop the ashes of the old. People who were once figures of legends became forgotten or made a part of a patchwork quilt like story where the tellers butchered five separate lives...

Dear Nairth San'Seya, I know it's been too long. I've gone through some...changes recently. I'm not going to lie. Well, it seems I can't do that anymore anyway. It's been hard. I'm not doing so well but I hope that will change soon. But this letter isn't about me. It's meant to be about...

By Sebastian Wagner on Deviantart Somewhere south of the Drawa River in the Ixchel Wilds... Elaine was convinced she was dead. Staring up at the shafts of warm sunlight filtering through the leaves, the pale duanann maiden shivered instinctively as a warm breeze flowed around her perch...