Welcome chosen players. I look forward to getting to know the ones I do not already know, and happy to see faces that I remember. This is the Kick off of a new adventure! Exciting times. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
Review of the Backstory
Legend speaks of a time when the universe as a vast cosmos of multiple planes of existence. It speaks of a time when Deities, Titan's and Devils roamed the planes, and influenced the planes. Legend speaks of a great war that broke out that stretched eons, and the End of Days began. It is said the war ripped apart the planes, first destroying the astral sea. Next, the Gods and the Devils battled, destroying the Abyss, the Nine hells, and the Celestial planes as well.
In their last act of good will, the Deities granted some of their power to the Archfey, hoping to give them enough time and power to prepare for the collapse of all life in the multiverse. In spite, the evil aligned super-powers granted their power to the Shadowfell lords.
Legend says that the collapse was happening to quickly, and the Archfey & Shadowlords were not able to halt the collapse completely. For the first time in history, these 2 groups worked together and wove their magic together, forceably taking pieces of the Elemental Planes and the Feywild & Shadowfell into the Prime material Plane. Using their magic, they created a barrier around the Prime Material Plane, sacrificing their own planes in the process.
Legend says that the world had a much different landscape then it does now. Legend tells of great cities of civilization. By bringing the other planes into the Prime Material Plane, and making the barrier, the "Time of Rending" began. Much of what was known is lost now, as centuries of the world reshaping itself took place.
After much death, destruction, and reshaping, the world settled. In doing so, the Archfey took up residence in the East, and assisted the mortals with rebuilding. They took up rolls of leadership, and became something a kin to kings, queens, and gods to the mortal realm. They named their new home "Athendrerdia" or in the Common tongue "the Fey Gardens" for it is but a garden compared to what the Feywild once was. Here on the east continent, the unique magic of the Feywild is ever present.
The Shadowlords took up residence to the west, and established a kingdom of their own. Not much is known about the west. To those in the east, the land is just known as the Shadowlands.
Between the 2 massive Continents, there is a thin strip of land that connects to a much larger continent. This Continent is known as " the Blight", and is a place of chaos. All of the planar entities that managed to escape the Great Collapse established themselves here. It is a savage place of beasts and dragons and aberrations.
As society rebuilt, more and more land was needed in the East. Pushing ever forward toward the Blight. These fringe towns need constant support, and the military of the Archfey is quite busy. But for special tasks, the Archfey pick uniquely gifted ones and train them almost from birth for important and legendary rolls. There have been 4 of 20 that have survived these great trials, but upon their return, they are welcomed into the Court of the Archfey, and are granted a place among them as nearly immortal beings.
There has been rumors coming out of the Blight. Rumors from the non-aligned races that have learned to live in the Blight. Rumors of a roiling black fog that rolls through the Blight, claiming more and more land. They are not sure if it is part of the Shadowlands, or if the fog has taken over that as well. Even the powerful dragons, Giants, and Aberrations stay clear of it, and are concerned with its approach. Choosing their newest group of Special Adventurers, the Archfey send you off to investigate, report, and potentially destroy this growing evil.
All other races: Many of the other races are included in and around the Fey Garden. Even creatures like Yuan-Ti, Firbolg, and Tabaxi. Dwarves: Much of the Dwarves live in the Blight, under the mountains. Not much is known about them. There are a few communities of Dwarves that live and work closely with the Gnomes, and have found favor in the new society. Half Orcs: Mostly in the Blight, but some have found their way into the Fey. They are not looked down upon per say, but do not have any positions of authority in most cases. Half Elves: In this world, they are seen as a great boon to the culture, hoping to eventually completely assimilate humanity into the Fey. Humans: Next to Elves, they are the most commonly seen peoples in the east. Elves & Gnomes Wood/High Elves are now the most common peoples within the world. They are seen as the most noble of beings, and favored by the Archfey. Drow: Without the influence of Lolth, about 1/2 of the Drow returned to the fold of the Elves. They are not as common as the other races, but not uncommon. They are not looked badly upon. Gnomes: Being creatures of the Fey, they are looked up favorably. They have an elevated status because they are responsible for the creation of the war forged, which serve as much of the guards against the Blight.
With the Death of the higher Planar Deities, Titans, etc. and them being bestowed with additional cosmic power, they are expanding their court when needed to fight off additional threats and expand their portfolio. Here are the current Archfey
Lord Archfey
Titania: She is the Leader among all Archfey. Archfey of Friendship, Motherhood, and Magic.
Oberon: 2nd to his Wife, Titania. Archfey of Fatherhood, Nature, animals, and the wilds.
Royal Archfey
Damh: He is the Son of Titania and the Archfey of Dance, Song, and Celebration. Revered by Satyrs.
Verenestra: She is the Daughter of Titania and the Archfey of the female form, Dryads & Nymphs, charm, and beauty
Noble Archfey
Caoimhim: He is the Archfey of Shyness.
Eachthighern: He is the Archfey of Healing, loyalty, and protection. Revered by Unicorns and Pegasus.
Fionnghuala: She is the Archfey of all birds. She has a fascination with Humans, and looks well upon rangers.
Nathair: He is the Archfey of Mischief and Pranks. He is favored by all dragons now, not just Feydragons and psudodragons.
Skerrit: He is the Archfey of the forest, and is favored by Centaurs
Squelaiche: He is the archfey of Illusions and Cleverness: He is favored by Leprechaun.
Emmantiensien: He is the Archfey of the Trees. He is favored by Treants and Dryad.
Lesser Archfey (New)
Gamalgee: He is the Archfey of the Mountains. He is favored by all of the mortal smaller races, like Dwarves, Gnomes, and Halflings.
Elmindretta, She is the Archfey of the River. She focuses on the transitions of life, and is favored by both the young and old, as well as the aquatic races.
Sylavare: She is the Archfey of Fire, Lightning, and Passion. She is favored by lovers, and the mixed race species.
Verseer: Archfey of Archfey to reformed Drow. Lover of swordsmanship, dancing and bringing light to the underdark.
Evil Archfey: Not much is known about this court, but from the rumors that have escaped their lands, this is what is known. Only Ravenha is known in the rankings, but it is said she is the most powerful
Ravenha, Queen of Air and Darkness: Said to equal Titania is power, she is Queen of the Air, Darkness, Death, and Murder.
Sarastra, Lady of Fiends: Said to have a cruel hatred for order. She is patron to what remains of the Fiends.
Irandria Lady of the Snow Tundra: Said to be cold and ruthless. She is now the Queen of the Frost Giants.
Moridin, Lord of the Hunt: Said to love the hunt for the purpose of the kill. He is now the patron to many orcs.
Tolivar, Moonlit King: Said to love corruption and mutation. Patron to Changling's, Lycanthropes, and Aberrations without masters.
Nicnevin, Lady of Spiders: Said to have inherited power from Lolth, she is the patron of Spiders, poisons, and unreformed Drow.
With the close of the Summer on the reshaped landscape of Fae'run, on the 120th year after "the Rending" a great celebration is being held on the Island of Moonshade far to the east along the equator. This Isle is the secluded home of the Summer-Court for the Archfey when they are not needed in the various cities they have helped reconstruct on their eastern controlled section of the great Continent. A vast assembly of families, peoples, and Fey gather around a large opalescent amphitheater. As a solitary figure walks out into the middle of the stage, the assembly falls silent.
The figure is an impossibly beautiful figure, standing just over 4 feet tall. She has pale skin, silver hair, and heavily Sylvan features. It takes a moment for the audience to see that she is not walking, but gliding as her gossamer fairy wings flutter behind her, stirring her gown of living rose pedals as she moves. Titania, Summer Queen, and most powerful of all Archfey stops and begins to speak with the power of authority. She does not speak loudly, but is heard by all.
"It is a great celebration for many reasons. It is another year life has continued and not been overrun by the Shadowlords, or the Chaos that is the lands in the center of the world, "The Blight". It is 120 years ago that the Rending ended, and the Archfey were able to stabilize the world and ensure it not collapsing along with the other planes. But it is also the determined graduation of sorts for the newest champions of Athendrerdia, or what is called the "the Fey Gardens", or "the Bastion of Civilization"."
"Unique individuals from various walks of life, with the spark of unique power and great hope have been picked specifically by various Archfey to be trained with the soul purpose of being a balwalk against chaos and destruction. The promise and hope of a generation has gone into the training of these unique individuals. Over the past 120 years, 20 such individuals have been selected for this role, and sent into impossible situations. Those that survive the test are granted a seat on the Summer-Court, and raised to the status of Archfey. With the powers of the Feywild infusing the lands of the Prime Material Plane, the ability to grant such a position into near immortality is possible, and thus greatly desired. 4 such champions of the 20 have survived their trials over the past 120 years, and have been added to the Court."
"But it is not their time, not their story, but the story of the new Champions that is to be told." As she finishes, 5 other Archfey come onto the stage. The first to step forward is a woman that is of a height with Titania, but even more beautiful. So beautiful she is almost hard to look at. Where Titania has nobility and the hint of age behind her eyes, Verenestra Archfey of women, charm and beauty is the literal perfection of beauty in every way. Each person in the audience sees what they find most attractive in the female form, and that is what is seen. But no matter the description, all know it is the same individual. "My daughter... Speak of your Champion."
Verenestra nods to her mother. "From all of the peoples of Athendrerdia, I have found one that represents me best. She is powerful, and perfect in her form. Focused entirely on perfecting her body to be a weapon, but balanced in harmony. She rises above the standard expectations of her blood, being Half Orc, but Half Moon Elf as well. Though a rare combination, the result... beautiful." She beckons with her hand and a figure walks out on the stage. Standing a head and a half taller then her patron, with soft green skin, blue/grey hair, and just the smallest hint of tusks, Kyra walks onto the stage. She is uniquely beautiful, but all can see by how she moves, her body is nearly perfected in movement and musculature. "I present to you, Kyra Tuskmoon, my champion."
The crowd cheers, seeing even a partial Orc on the stage, and knowing that the Archfey are truly starting to accept any race willing to serve. After a moment, Titania races her hands for quite and the crowd does so. She beckons to another Archfey and he approaches. He is tall, standing 7 feet in height. His skin is covered in what looks like bark, and where-ever he walks, flowers bloom and grass grows behind him. Squelaiche stops next to Verenestra. "I present to you, my champion." The Ent like man says matter of factly. "A human born that won the heart of my Daughter, a Dryad of the Greatwood. He has learned much of our ways, and has become part of nature himself. I present Desarian." The crowd cheers again, seeing another non-fey touched being represented.
Titania quiets the Crowd again and beckons another Archfey forward. This female Archfey is of a height with Kyra, and has the features of human and Elf. She is beautiful, and new to her Archfey powers, as she is the 1st of the new Archfey chosen since the Rending. As she walks, crackling lightning seems to dance through her form. "I have chosen one of the isolated races. A Dwarf that seems to have learned to manipulate the flows of Divine energy scattered throughout the Prime Plane. But Gilnur Runerock is also uniquely gifted with the Arcane. He will be the Bulwalk and respite of these heroes." The humans in the crowd cheer for their representation.
Seeming to understand the flow of the event, the crowd quiets quickly, and Titania beckons forth another Archfey. The Centaur Archfey comes forward, with bow slung across his back, and heavy Sylvan features. He is powerful and imposing. "I have chosen from the Woodland Elves a mighty warrior that chose to learn his craft in a fashion after my own. Artemis Wildwood presents great potential and great hope for our people." The Elven community, heaviest in the crowd cheers proudly one time, seeming to all be in unison, and silences for their race being selected.
Finally, the last Archfey steps forward. Eachthighern is a strong looking man, but lanky in form, with a spiralling golden horn jutting from his forehead. "I have chosen from the world of 2 peoples." The Archfey says, voice soft and drawn out. It has a soothing quality to it. "A powerful and strong willed man, that represents the defense of our people, but also one with a healing heart. I present Calinar Moonweaver." The elves and humans cheer as Calinar comes to the stage.
"With these champions," Titania says more loudly then before, "We send them to face a trial of great difficulty and danger. To protect our way of life, and the stability of the last bastion of life in the known Universe. Give them your affection, your love, your well wishes, as the darkness is what they will face."
The audience cheers once more, as the Archfey leave the Amphitheater, leaving all of you behind. You spend the night in revelries with your peoples, with others, and each-other, getting to know one another if you have not already met. The celebration goes on until the early morning, before you are all led to a large 3 masted ship at the docks of the island. Gathering your belongings, you are led to your quarters, where you quickly fall into a deep sleep as the boat shoves off.
Almost as soon as you all fall asleep, you find yourselves standing in a misty realm. You can all see one another. It has the feeling of a dream, but a shared one of sorts. Slowly, out of the mist, walks Titania and her Husband Oberon. "Our Champions," Titania says fondly. "I hope you enjoyed your celebration. It may be the last you have for many years to come. The danger we send you towards is unknown, but it a great threat that comes from the Shadowlands. Take the next few days to get to know one another, as you will need to depend on one another for survival. Our magic will only be able to reach you this night, for as you go into the Blight, we have little connection. What questions have you for us? I am sure you have many, and we will answer what we can, if we have the knowledge."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
7 Constitution Saving throw.
Kyra drinks way to much and passes out before making it onto the boat, needing someone to carry her into her room (what a way to start off rolling lol). When she 'wakes up' in the dream, her skin-tone is even more green, and she looks like she is going to throw up. Seeing the other members of the party, she hiccups, and clutches her hand to her stomach. "I think... I had a bit to much at the party..."
When the Archfey come out of the mist, Kyra almost shrieks, and falls to her knees, fists against the ground with head bowed. Red color infuses her cheeks at the embarrassment of her state. "My Queen... I am honored to serve my duty. I have been training for this my entire life. Tell us what you need done and it WILL be done."
Titania smiles at the kneeling Kyra. "Sweet Child... It was a celebration. Had you not partaken as you did, I am sure many of the Feytouched would have been offended. Pleasures of the Flesh are as much a part of being alive as life itself. Remember that when you face the Darkness later. Life is meant to be lived, and that is what you are sworn to protect."
Oberon stands next to his wife, a strong looking Sylvan of 5 feet. He is beautiful more then handsome, and looks strong enough to life a mountain. "You 5 are tasked to go into the Lands of the Blight. There, at the far end of its Western borders, we have been receiving reports of a swirling dark mist that stretches out from the Shadowlands, all along its boarders. All that go into it are never seen from again, and communication from the Shadowlands, though it has always been limited, has been completely cut off."
Titania steps in, "Normally, we would not care what the Shadowlands does, so long as they stay on their side of the Blight, but this mist is growing, and seems to be consuming the Blight. Whether this is a machination of the the Shadowlords, or a threat to them as well, I cannot say. What frightens us, is that it is growing. We wish for you to inspect this mist, see its progress, gather information, and if you can, stop it. If you cannot, report back to us. It may to be much for Mortals to deal with at all, but information is key."
eTitania quiets the Crowd again and beckons another Archfey forward. This female Archfey is of a height with Kyra, and has the features of human and Elf. She is beautiful, and new to her Archfey powers, as she is the 1st of the new Archfey chosen since the Rending. As she walks, crackling lightning seems to dance through her form. "I have chosen one of the isolated races. A Dwarf that seems to have learned to manipulate the flows of Divine energy scattered throughout the Prime Plane. But Gilnur Runerock is also uniquely gifted with the Arcane. He will be the Bulwalk and respite of these heroes." The humans in the crowd cheer for their representation.
Humans? This is Sylavare, correct?
A hooded dwarf with a messy, blonde beard and ample bear-belly stands, and with a slight flourish of a ringed hand gives a small display of his abilities when beckoned by his patron - Sylavare. Though only spending his first 70 years in The Blight, the time spent within the region has been hard on the dwarf. The creases around his eyes and along his brow would indicate one that would historically be almost twice his age. The somewhat sour demeanor on his face doesn't help in making him look any younger either. Gilnur watches the ceremony quietly, giving each of his fellow champions a nod of approval. He had only known them by name, as stories of those rising to the top in their training are sure to spread.
When the pomp and pageantry are done with, he allows himself to relax a little. The dwarf quickly finds a couple of mugs ale for himself which he enjoys by taking alternating sips from each as he moves through the crowd, reluctantly accepting the attention of being the champion for the dwarves. Having finished a few rounds ale, he then refills his mugs and decides to exchange brief introductions with the others who are going to be traveling with him. After that is done, he retires for the night
"Bah! Had I known that I would have helped myself to a bit more ale," Gilnur replies to the Queen's statement of the lack of future ale. He takes rises and takes a step back as the half-orc throws herself prostrate to the ground. With a silent eye roll, he allows her to grovel. The dwarf slowly shakes his head at the mention of the Shadowland, having heard tales from his clan elders. "No one has ever returned from the Shadowlands,"he asks of the fey lords.
Gilnur: It was a typo. I meant Dwarves cheered for you lol. Your patron is Sylavare, who looks like a Half-Elf, but tweaked heavily by the Feywilds
Titania shakes her head at Gilnurs question. "Perhaps I phrased it badly. Though we have little to do with the Shadowlords, and the Shadowlands themselves, people have ventured into the Shadowlands and returned to tell the tales. But... The Mist. That is from whence people do not return."
Oberon puts a hand on his wife's shoulder. "The Mist now encompasses a great deal of the Shadowlands however. About a third or the land mass going south from the "Mountains of Dread", through the Oceans coast, and all along the boarder to the Blight. It seems to take up a few square miles each day in every direction. It will be years before it threatens our lands, but we must get ahead of this if it is some new power the Shadowlords are employing."
Titania says "This is why you have been chosen and trained. This mist appeared almost immediately after the Rending ceased, but it has only been of concern to us for the past 50 years or so. We have sent many Warforged and soldiers into the mist over the years as it expanded into the Blight, but thus far, none have returned. We sent emissaries to the Shadowlords, but they have all been dismissed at the boarders. Though "peace" has been filled with boarder disputes, and battles against the monsters within the Blight, I fear our mostly jovial respite since the Rending is at an end."
Having been lost in thought, Desarian looks almost surprised as his name is called and the various people and creatures cheer him. About average height for a human, with brown hair and skin tanned by long hours in the sun, the druid wears a simple robe and carries a long wooden staff in one hand. He quickly gets a hold of himself and nods to the crowd. At the revelries that night, he drinks some, but eats more and spends most of his time getting to know his fellow champions better before they leave in the morning.
Waking up in the misty realm, he shakes his head with sympathy at Kyra's discomfort. He lays a hand on her shoulder and murmurs quietly, casting Lesser Restoration on her. He also kneels and bows his head as Titania and Oberon appear before them. Nodding as they finish giving their orders, he says, "We will not fail you. Are there any contacts or agents of the court near the area that might have more information that we could seek out when we arrive?"
(OOC: The effects of alcohol is poisoning, so Yes they would. By touching your staff to Kyra, you could cast it through your staff lol.)
Oberon shakes his head no towards Desarian. "All of our contacts have either fallen into the mist, or pulled back to our boarder of the Blight. With the mist approaching, the monstrous races and creatures have been pushing against our boarders, and we need all the strength we could have just to protect that. In another age, we would send you to deal with our boarders as your trial, but this mist... It worries us more."
Titania raises a hand to Oberons comment, "There is a village of Yuan-Ti that was once on the boarder of the Shadowlands. They did business with the Shadowlords, but provided us with information as well. It was one of the first places in the Blight consumed. If you do end up entering the Mist, head to the west. you will find a village called Yyssova. If it still exists, search out their Shaman, Donavich. He may be able to assist you. Though the last we had heard from him was 30 years ago."
Calinar Moonweaver chuckles with glee as the joy of the audience washes over him and his fellow Champions. He embraces each of the others, and the light dances off of his armor and the shield slung across his back as he kisses each Champion on the cheek and whispers, "I shall not fail you," to each in turn. As the revelries begin, he seems to be everywhere, laughing and filling people's glasses and feasting on the delicious provisions from the Archfey. Light and joy follow him in his wake, as his infectious mood lifts the celebration to even greater heights of pleasure and enjoyment.
Leaping to his feet as he awakens in the misty realm, he looks around until he spots each Champion, then kneels at the approach of Titania and Oberon. "My Queen and My Lord, my father belongs to one of the wild Blightrunning barbarian tribes. Do they know of these encroaching Mists?"
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Titania looks sadly at Calinar, "You have been gone from your tribe for many years Calinar. We warned your father of these mists, but he saw it as an enemy to slay, and ran into the mists with many of the other Blightrunners. I cannot say as to what fate they met from within. If they survived... look for them. They would be a great potential ally. Knowing them, they are likely where-ever the conflict is greatest within the mists."
As the spell washes over Kyra, she shakes her head. The thick mane of blue and gray hair shakes, some of her tribal braids shaking into her face. No longer feeling queasy, she smiles up at the human druid who touched her. Her smile is pretty, and it splits her face. Just the hint of tusks pokes through the smile. She mouths "thank you" to Desarian and stands up once more.
"Your daughter trained me well, my lady." Kyra says. Looking at the other Champions, she says, "How long will it take us to get there?"
Oberon smiles at Kyra's seeming eagerness. "Do not be to fool hardy child. Mortal beings fall to quickly to inexperience."
Titania says "We contracted the Gnomes to send you on their fastest ship. You should be there after 1 day of travel. On land, it would have taken weeks, so you will be there soon enough. Now... our power wanes. Is there anything else before we allow you to rest within your own bodies?"
Gilnur rubs on his bearded chin as he listens to all the information from the lords. "I suspect my people are still holed up under their mountains in The Blight?"
Oberon nods gravely, and a bit frusteratedly. "Your people continue to isolate themselves to the north. Disregarding the rest of us because...."
Titania rests a hand on her husband shoulder. "There whole world and understanding was destroyed. We have made strides with them. They even have an archfey from among their race, though not from the under mountain folk." Looking to gilnur she says, "they are safe for now. Who can say if the fog reaches them."
"Thank the barrier, but no." Oberon says with a smile. "The greateood lies behind the Deja'Attra mountains in the west of our domain. The most would have to be into our domain for that, and at that point I fear for the safety of the world."
"Now line up, and we will embue into you and your most sacred possession, some of our power." Titania says sarenely. "Typically a pact would be made for the this sort of gift, but you have all been trained for a long time for this moment, and each Archfey has donated some of their power to this."
As you line up, Titania starts with Kyra, while Oberon starts with Gilnur on the other end.
Titania touches the gloves of Kyra and they begin to glow faintly for a moment. As they do, the gloves extend further Down her arms, and spiral around as combat wraps down to the forearm. "They will grow as you do child. They can retreat to your gloves, or wrap your full body as they grow with you. Use it to bring harmony to the world and yourself." As she finishes, Kyra winks out of the dreamscape.
Gilnurs ring glows and the storm swirls more fiercey as Oberon touches it. "Let the wrath of the storm smite your enemies and feed the lands you walk upon. The rings energy will swell and surge like the fiercest hurricane as you grow friend dwarf." As did Kyra, Gilnur winks out.
Titania touches the staff of Desarian. "The heart of your Dryad friend lives within this staff. She will protect you, so long as you return her care for the wood." The staff glows and it envelops your arms to the shoulder. "She will grow to a mighty oak within your hands if you allow her to prosper." And Des winks out as well.
Oberon touches the crossbow of Artemis and it glows for a moment and then winks out of existence. As it returns, it looks more ferocious and powerful. "Use this to smite your foes. Destroy them before they reach your allies, and bring peace to the land through the banishment of your enemies. Its ferocious power will match your own." Artemis winks out as well.
"Celinar, you are the first and last line of defense. You represent the world we live in now, and the sylvan past. We grant your shield with what powers of the moon goddesses that now live within us. Bring peace to all that see its light." The shield glows and Celinar winks out as well.
All of you sleep deeply for the next 10 hours, until a violent jolt throws you all from your beds to the ground. The sounds of yelling, crackling fires, and thunderous booms ring out around you as you are all awakened. You come to in your chambers. What do you all do now?
Ooc: we can retcon in spoilers, but yes. Your class has been extremely isolating and resistant to any diplomacy. You are an anomaly from your clan, as is the few dwarves that live within the Fey garden
All of you sleep deeply for the next 10 hours, until a violent jolt throws you all from your beds to the ground. The sounds of yelling, crackling fires, and thunderous booms ring out around you as you are all awakened. You come to in your chambers. What do you all do now?
Are we all in one big room, or in individual quarters aboard the ship?
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Welcome chosen players. I look forward to getting to know the ones I do not already know, and happy to see faces that I remember. This is the Kick off of a new adventure! Exciting times. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
Review of the Backstory
Legend speaks of a time when the universe as a vast cosmos of multiple planes of existence. It speaks of a time when Deities, Titan's and Devils roamed the planes, and influenced the planes. Legend speaks of a great war that broke out that stretched eons, and the End of Days began. It is said the war ripped apart the planes, first destroying the astral sea. Next, the Gods and the Devils battled, destroying the Abyss, the Nine hells, and the Celestial planes as well.
In their last act of good will, the Deities granted some of their power to the Archfey, hoping to give them enough time and power to prepare for the collapse of all life in the multiverse. In spite, the evil aligned super-powers granted their power to the Shadowfell lords.
Legend says that the collapse was happening to quickly, and the Archfey & Shadowlords were not able to halt the collapse completely. For the first time in history, these 2 groups worked together and wove their magic together, forceably taking pieces of the Elemental Planes and the Feywild & Shadowfell into the Prime material Plane. Using their magic, they created a barrier around the Prime Material Plane, sacrificing their own planes in the process.
Legend says that the world had a much different landscape then it does now. Legend tells of great cities of civilization. By bringing the other planes into the Prime Material Plane, and making the barrier, the "Time of Rending" began. Much of what was known is lost now, as centuries of the world reshaping itself took place.
After much death, destruction, and reshaping, the world settled. In doing so, the Archfey took up residence in the East, and assisted the mortals with rebuilding. They took up rolls of leadership, and became something a kin to kings, queens, and gods to the mortal realm. They named their new home "Athendrerdia" or in the Common tongue "the Fey Gardens" for it is but a garden compared to what the Feywild once was. Here on the east continent, the unique magic of the Feywild is ever present.
The Shadowlords took up residence to the west, and established a kingdom of their own. Not much is known about the west. To those in the east, the land is just known as the Shadowlands.
Between the 2 massive Continents, there is a thin strip of land that connects to a much larger continent. This Continent is known as " the Blight", and is a place of chaos. All of the planar entities that managed to escape the Great Collapse established themselves here. It is a savage place of beasts and dragons and aberrations.
As society rebuilt, more and more land was needed in the East. Pushing ever forward toward the Blight. These fringe towns need constant support, and the military of the Archfey is quite busy. But for special tasks, the Archfey pick uniquely gifted ones and train them almost from birth for important and legendary rolls. There have been 4 of 20 that have survived these great trials, but upon their return, they are welcomed into the Court of the Archfey, and are granted a place among them as nearly immortal beings.
There has been rumors coming out of the Blight. Rumors from the non-aligned races that have learned to live in the Blight. Rumors of a roiling black fog that rolls through the Blight, claiming more and more land. They are not sure if it is part of the Shadowlands, or if the fog has taken over that as well. Even the powerful dragons, Giants, and Aberrations stay clear of it, and are concerned with its approach. Choosing their newest group of Special Adventurers, the Archfey send you off to investigate, report, and potentially destroy this growing evil.
All other races: Many of the other races are included in and around the Fey Garden. Even creatures like Yuan-Ti, Firbolg, and Tabaxi.
Dwarves: Much of the Dwarves live in the Blight, under the mountains. Not much is known about them. There are a few communities of Dwarves that live and work closely with the Gnomes, and have found favor in the new society.
Half Orcs: Mostly in the Blight, but some have found their way into the Fey. They are not looked down upon per say, but do not have any positions of authority in most cases.
Half Elves: In this world, they are seen as a great boon to the culture, hoping to eventually completely assimilate humanity into the Fey.
Humans: Next to Elves, they are the most commonly seen peoples in the east.
Elves & Gnomes
Wood/High Elves are now the most common peoples within the world. They are seen as the most noble of beings, and favored by the Archfey.
Drow: Without the influence of Lolth, about 1/2 of the Drow returned to the fold of the Elves. They are not as common as the other races, but not uncommon. They are not looked badly upon.
Gnomes: Being creatures of the Fey, they are looked up favorably. They have an elevated status because they are responsible for the creation of the war forged, which serve as much of the guards against the Blight.
With the Death of the higher Planar Deities, Titans, etc. and them being bestowed with additional cosmic power, they are expanding their court when needed to fight off additional threats and expand their portfolio. Here are the current Archfey
Lord Archfey
Royal Archfey
Noble Archfey
Lesser Archfey (New)
Evil Archfey: Not much is known about this court, but from the rumors that have escaped their lands, this is what is known. Only Ravenha is known in the rankings, but it is said she is the most powerful
Players
therpg5e: Kyra: WotOH Monk (Melee DD)
Saute_Monkey: Gilnur: Arcane Cleric (Healer/Spell DD)
Traveler85: Artemis: fighter (Ranged DD)
Vanderlegion: Desarian: Druid (Healer/Support)
Aramalian: Calinar: Paladin (Tank/Melee DD)
With the close of the Summer on the reshaped landscape of Fae'run, on the 120th year after "the Rending" a great celebration is being held on the Island of Moonshade far to the east along the equator. This Isle is the secluded home of the Summer-Court for the Archfey when they are not needed in the various cities they have helped reconstruct on their eastern controlled section of the great Continent. A vast assembly of families, peoples, and Fey gather around a large opalescent amphitheater. As a solitary figure walks out into the middle of the stage, the assembly falls silent.
The figure is an impossibly beautiful figure, standing just over 4 feet tall. She has pale skin, silver hair, and heavily Sylvan features. It takes a moment for the audience to see that she is not walking, but gliding as her gossamer fairy wings flutter behind her, stirring her gown of living rose pedals as she moves. Titania, Summer Queen, and most powerful of all Archfey stops and begins to speak with the power of authority. She does not speak loudly, but is heard by all.
"It is a great celebration for many reasons. It is another year life has continued and not been overrun by the Shadowlords, or the Chaos that is the lands in the center of the world, "The Blight". It is 120 years ago that the Rending ended, and the Archfey were able to stabilize the world and ensure it not collapsing along with the other planes. But it is also the determined graduation of sorts for the newest champions of Athendrerdia, or what is called the "the Fey Gardens", or "the Bastion of Civilization"."
"Unique individuals from various walks of life, with the spark of unique power and great hope have been picked specifically by various Archfey to be trained with the soul purpose of being a balwalk against chaos and destruction. The promise and hope of a generation has gone into the training of these unique individuals. Over the past 120 years, 20 such individuals have been selected for this role, and sent into impossible situations. Those that survive the test are granted a seat on the Summer-Court, and raised to the status of Archfey. With the powers of the Feywild infusing the lands of the Prime Material Plane, the ability to grant such a position into near immortality is possible, and thus greatly desired. 4 such champions of the 20 have survived their trials over the past 120 years, and have been added to the Court."
"But it is not their time, not their story, but the story of the new Champions that is to be told." As she finishes, 5 other Archfey come onto the stage. The first to step forward is a woman that is of a height with Titania, but even more beautiful. So beautiful she is almost hard to look at. Where Titania has nobility and the hint of age behind her eyes, Verenestra Archfey of women, charm and beauty is the literal perfection of beauty in every way. Each person in the audience sees what they find most attractive in the female form, and that is what is seen. But no matter the description, all know it is the same individual. "My daughter... Speak of your Champion."
Verenestra nods to her mother. "From all of the peoples of Athendrerdia, I have found one that represents me best. She is powerful, and perfect in her form. Focused entirely on perfecting her body to be a weapon, but balanced in harmony. She rises above the standard expectations of her blood, being Half Orc, but Half Moon Elf as well. Though a rare combination, the result... beautiful." She beckons with her hand and a figure walks out on the stage. Standing a head and a half taller then her patron, with soft green skin, blue/grey hair, and just the smallest hint of tusks, Kyra walks onto the stage. She is uniquely beautiful, but all can see by how she moves, her body is nearly perfected in movement and musculature. "I present to you, Kyra Tuskmoon, my champion."
The crowd cheers, seeing even a partial Orc on the stage, and knowing that the Archfey are truly starting to accept any race willing to serve. After a moment, Titania races her hands for quite and the crowd does so. She beckons to another Archfey and he approaches. He is tall, standing 7 feet in height. His skin is covered in what looks like bark, and where-ever he walks, flowers bloom and grass grows behind him. Squelaiche stops next to Verenestra. "I present to you, my champion." The Ent like man says matter of factly. "A human born that won the heart of my Daughter, a Dryad of the Greatwood. He has learned much of our ways, and has become part of nature himself. I present Desarian." The crowd cheers again, seeing another non-fey touched being represented.
Titania quiets the Crowd again and beckons another Archfey forward. This female Archfey is of a height with Kyra, and has the features of human and Elf. She is beautiful, and new to her Archfey powers, as she is the 1st of the new Archfey chosen since the Rending. As she walks, crackling lightning seems to dance through her form. "I have chosen one of the isolated races. A Dwarf that seems to have learned to manipulate the flows of Divine energy scattered throughout the Prime Plane. But Gilnur Runerock is also uniquely gifted with the Arcane. He will be the Bulwalk and respite of these heroes." The humans in the crowd cheer for their representation.
Seeming to understand the flow of the event, the crowd quiets quickly, and Titania beckons forth another Archfey. The Centaur Archfey comes forward, with bow slung across his back, and heavy Sylvan features. He is powerful and imposing. "I have chosen from the Woodland Elves a mighty warrior that chose to learn his craft in a fashion after my own. Artemis Wildwood presents great potential and great hope for our people." The Elven community, heaviest in the crowd cheers proudly one time, seeming to all be in unison, and silences for their race being selected.
Finally, the last Archfey steps forward. Eachthighern is a strong looking man, but lanky in form, with a spiralling golden horn jutting from his forehead. "I have chosen from the world of 2 peoples." The Archfey says, voice soft and drawn out. It has a soothing quality to it. "A powerful and strong willed man, that represents the defense of our people, but also one with a healing heart. I present Calinar Moonweaver." The elves and humans cheer as Calinar comes to the stage.
"With these champions," Titania says more loudly then before, "We send them to face a trial of great difficulty and danger. To protect our way of life, and the stability of the last bastion of life in the known Universe. Give them your affection, your love, your well wishes, as the darkness is what they will face."
The audience cheers once more, as the Archfey leave the Amphitheater, leaving all of you behind. You spend the night in revelries with your peoples, with others, and each-other, getting to know one another if you have not already met. The celebration goes on until the early morning, before you are all led to a large 3 masted ship at the docks of the island. Gathering your belongings, you are led to your quarters, where you quickly fall into a deep sleep as the boat shoves off.
Almost as soon as you all fall asleep, you find yourselves standing in a misty realm. You can all see one another. It has the feeling of a dream, but a shared one of sorts. Slowly, out of the mist, walks Titania and her Husband Oberon. "Our Champions," Titania says fondly. "I hope you enjoyed your celebration. It may be the last you have for many years to come. The danger we send you towards is unknown, but it a great threat that comes from the Shadowlands. Take the next few days to get to know one another, as you will need to depend on one another for survival. Our magic will only be able to reach you this night, for as you go into the Blight, we have little connection. What questions have you for us? I am sure you have many, and we will answer what we can, if we have the knowledge."
7 Constitution Saving throw.
Kyra drinks way to much and passes out before making it onto the boat, needing someone to carry her into her room (what a way to start off rolling lol). When she 'wakes up' in the dream, her skin-tone is even more green, and she looks like she is going to throw up. Seeing the other members of the party, she hiccups, and clutches her hand to her stomach. "I think... I had a bit to much at the party..."
When the Archfey come out of the mist, Kyra almost shrieks, and falls to her knees, fists against the ground with head bowed. Red color infuses her cheeks at the embarrassment of her state. "My Queen... I am honored to serve my duty. I have been training for this my entire life. Tell us what you need done and it WILL be done."
Titania smiles at the kneeling Kyra. "Sweet Child... It was a celebration. Had you not partaken as you did, I am sure many of the Feytouched would have been offended. Pleasures of the Flesh are as much a part of being alive as life itself. Remember that when you face the Darkness later. Life is meant to be lived, and that is what you are sworn to protect."
Oberon stands next to his wife, a strong looking Sylvan of 5 feet. He is beautiful more then handsome, and looks strong enough to life a mountain. "You 5 are tasked to go into the Lands of the Blight. There, at the far end of its Western borders, we have been receiving reports of a swirling dark mist that stretches out from the Shadowlands, all along its boarders. All that go into it are never seen from again, and communication from the Shadowlands, though it has always been limited, has been completely cut off."
Titania steps in, "Normally, we would not care what the Shadowlands does, so long as they stay on their side of the Blight, but this mist is growing, and seems to be consuming the Blight. Whether this is a machination of the the Shadowlords, or a threat to them as well, I cannot say. What frightens us, is that it is growing. We wish for you to inspect this mist, see its progress, gather information, and if you can, stop it. If you cannot, report back to us. It may to be much for Mortals to deal with at all, but information is key."
eTitania quiets the Crowd again and beckons another Archfey forward. This female Archfey is of a height with Kyra, and has the features of human and Elf. She is beautiful, and new to her Archfey powers, as she is the 1st of the new Archfey chosen since the Rending. As she walks, crackling lightning seems to dance through her form. "I have chosen one of the isolated races. A Dwarf that seems to have learned to manipulate the flows of Divine energy scattered throughout the Prime Plane. But Gilnur Runerock is also uniquely gifted with the Arcane. He will be the Bulwalk and respite of these heroes." The humans in the crowd cheer for their representation.
Humans? This is Sylavare, correct?
A hooded dwarf with a messy, blonde beard and ample bear-belly stands, and with a slight flourish of a ringed hand gives a small display of his abilities when beckoned by his patron - Sylavare. Though only spending his first 70 years in The Blight, the time spent within the region has been hard on the dwarf. The creases around his eyes and along his brow would indicate one that would historically be almost twice his age. The somewhat sour demeanor on his face doesn't help in making him look any younger either. Gilnur watches the ceremony quietly, giving each of his fellow champions a nod of approval. He had only known them by name, as stories of those rising to the top in their training are sure to spread.
When the pomp and pageantry are done with, he allows himself to relax a little. The dwarf quickly finds a couple of mugs ale for himself which he enjoys by taking alternating sips from each as he moves through the crowd, reluctantly accepting the attention of being the champion for the dwarves. Having finished a few rounds ale, he then refills his mugs and decides to exchange brief introductions with the others who are going to be traveling with him. After that is done, he retires for the night
"Bah! Had I known that I would have helped myself to a bit more ale," Gilnur replies to the Queen's statement of the lack of future ale. He takes rises and takes a step back as the half-orc throws herself prostrate to the ground. With a silent eye roll, he allows her to grovel. The dwarf slowly shakes his head at the mention of the Shadowland, having heard tales from his clan elders. "No one has ever returned from the Shadowlands," he asks of the fey lords.
Gilnur: It was a typo. I meant Dwarves cheered for you lol. Your patron is Sylavare, who looks like a Half-Elf, but tweaked heavily by the Feywilds
Titania shakes her head at Gilnurs question. "Perhaps I phrased it badly. Though we have little to do with the Shadowlords, and the Shadowlands themselves, people have ventured into the Shadowlands and returned to tell the tales. But... The Mist. That is from whence people do not return."
Oberon puts a hand on his wife's shoulder. "The Mist now encompasses a great deal of the Shadowlands however. About a third or the land mass going south from the "Mountains of Dread", through the Oceans coast, and all along the boarder to the Blight. It seems to take up a few square miles each day in every direction. It will be years before it threatens our lands, but we must get ahead of this if it is some new power the Shadowlords are employing."
Titania says "This is why you have been chosen and trained. This mist appeared almost immediately after the Rending ceased, but it has only been of concern to us for the past 50 years or so. We have sent many Warforged and soldiers into the mist over the years as it expanded into the Blight, but thus far, none have returned. We sent emissaries to the Shadowlords, but they have all been dismissed at the boarders. Though "peace" has been filled with boarder disputes, and battles against the monsters within the Blight, I fear our mostly jovial respite since the Rending is at an end."
Having been lost in thought, Desarian looks almost surprised as his name is called and the various people and creatures cheer him. About average height for a human, with brown hair and skin tanned by long hours in the sun, the druid wears a simple robe and carries a long wooden staff in one hand. He quickly gets a hold of himself and nods to the crowd. At the revelries that night, he drinks some, but eats more and spends most of his time getting to know his fellow champions better before they leave in the morning.
Waking up in the misty realm, he shakes his head with sympathy at Kyra's discomfort. He lays a hand on her shoulder and murmurs quietly, casting Lesser Restoration on her. He also kneels and bows his head as Titania and Oberon appear before them. Nodding as they finish giving their orders, he says, "We will not fail you. Are there any contacts or agents of the court near the area that might have more information that we could seek out when we arrive?"
(Would Lesser Restoration cure the effects of alcohol?)
(OOC: The effects of alcohol is poisoning, so Yes they would. By touching your staff to Kyra, you could cast it through your staff lol.)
Oberon shakes his head no towards Desarian. "All of our contacts have either fallen into the mist, or pulled back to our boarder of the Blight. With the mist approaching, the monstrous races and creatures have been pushing against our boarders, and we need all the strength we could have just to protect that. In another age, we would send you to deal with our boarders as your trial, but this mist... It worries us more."
Titania raises a hand to Oberons comment, "There is a village of Yuan-Ti that was once on the boarder of the Shadowlands. They did business with the Shadowlords, but provided us with information as well. It was one of the first places in the Blight consumed. If you do end up entering the Mist, head to the west. you will find a village called Yyssova. If it still exists, search out their Shaman, Donavich. He may be able to assist you. Though the last we had heard from him was 30 years ago."
(Cool. edited my post to cast it on her. I actually have it prepared, so I'm just using a spell slot for it)
Desarian nods. "Thank you. We will learn everything we can, and if at all possible, we'll put an end to this Mist."
Calinar Moonweaver chuckles with glee as the joy of the audience washes over him and his fellow Champions. He embraces each of the others, and the light dances off of his armor and the shield slung across his back as he kisses each Champion on the cheek and whispers, "I shall not fail you," to each in turn. As the revelries begin, he seems to be everywhere, laughing and filling people's glasses and feasting on the delicious provisions from the Archfey. Light and joy follow him in his wake, as his infectious mood lifts the celebration to even greater heights of pleasure and enjoyment.
Leaping to his feet as he awakens in the misty realm, he looks around until he spots each Champion, then kneels at the approach of Titania and Oberon. "My Queen and My Lord, my father belongs to one of the wild Blightrunning barbarian tribes. Do they know of these encroaching Mists?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Titania looks sadly at Calinar, "You have been gone from your tribe for many years Calinar. We warned your father of these mists, but he saw it as an enemy to slay, and ran into the mists with many of the other Blightrunners. I cannot say as to what fate they met from within. If they survived... look for them. They would be a great potential ally. Knowing them, they are likely where-ever the conflict is greatest within the mists."
As the spell washes over Kyra, she shakes her head. The thick mane of blue and gray hair shakes, some of her tribal braids shaking into her face. No longer feeling queasy, she smiles up at the human druid who touched her. Her smile is pretty, and it splits her face. Just the hint of tusks pokes through the smile. She mouths "thank you" to Desarian and stands up once more.
"Your daughter trained me well, my lady." Kyra says. Looking at the other Champions, she says, "How long will it take us to get there?"
Oberon smiles at Kyra's seeming eagerness. "Do not be to fool hardy child. Mortal beings fall to quickly to inexperience."
Titania says "We contracted the Gnomes to send you on their fastest ship. You should be there after 1 day of travel. On land, it would have taken weeks, so you will be there soon enough. Now... our power wanes. Is there anything else before we allow you to rest within your own bodies?"
Gilnur rubs on his bearded chin as he listens to all the information from the lords. "I suspect my people are still holed up under their mountains in The Blight?"
Oberon nods gravely, and a bit frusteratedly. "Your people continue to isolate themselves to the north. Disregarding the rest of us because...."
Titania rests a hand on her husband shoulder. "There whole world and understanding was destroyed. We have made strides with them. They even have an archfey from among their race, though not from the under mountain folk." Looking to gilnur she says, "they are safe for now. Who can say if the fog reaches them."
"I doubt it will affect our quest, but has the fog reached the Greatwood yet?"
(OOC: Does Gilnur know what Oberon is hinting at?)
"Thank the barrier, but no." Oberon says with a smile. "The greateood lies behind the Deja'Attra mountains in the west of our domain. The most would have to be into our domain for that, and at that point I fear for the safety of the world."
"Now line up, and we will embue into you and your most sacred possession, some of our power." Titania says sarenely. "Typically a pact would be made for the this sort of gift, but you have all been trained for a long time for this moment, and each Archfey has donated some of their power to this."
As you line up, Titania starts with Kyra, while Oberon starts with Gilnur on the other end.
Titania touches the gloves of Kyra and they begin to glow faintly for a moment. As they do, the gloves extend further Down her arms, and spiral around as combat wraps down to the forearm. "They will grow as you do child. They can retreat to your gloves, or wrap your full body as they grow with you. Use it to bring harmony to the world and yourself." As she finishes, Kyra winks out of the dreamscape.
Gilnurs ring glows and the storm swirls more fiercey as Oberon touches it. "Let the wrath of the storm smite your enemies and feed the lands you walk upon. The rings energy will swell and surge like the fiercest hurricane as you grow friend dwarf." As did Kyra, Gilnur winks out.
Titania touches the staff of Desarian. "The heart of your Dryad friend lives within this staff. She will protect you, so long as you return her care for the wood." The staff glows and it envelops your arms to the shoulder. "She will grow to a mighty oak within your hands if you allow her to prosper." And Des winks out as well.
Oberon touches the crossbow of Artemis and it glows for a moment and then winks out of existence. As it returns, it looks more ferocious and powerful. "Use this to smite your foes. Destroy them before they reach your allies, and bring peace to the land through the banishment of your enemies. Its ferocious power will match your own." Artemis winks out as well.
"Celinar, you are the first and last line of defense. You represent the world we live in now, and the sylvan past. We grant your shield with what powers of the moon goddesses that now live within us. Bring peace to all that see its light." The shield glows and Celinar winks out as well.
All of you sleep deeply for the next 10 hours, until a violent jolt throws you all from your beds to the ground. The sounds of yelling, crackling fires, and thunderous booms ring out around you as you are all awakened. You come to in your chambers. What do you all do now?
Ooc: we can retcon in spoilers, but yes. Your class has been extremely isolating and resistant to any diplomacy. You are an anomaly from your clan, as is the few dwarves that live within the Fey garden
Are we all in one big room, or in individual quarters aboard the ship?
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...