A bit of Fae lore I’ve established for my upcoming dnd campaign set in The Otherworld (feywild)!
Fae can lie
This is because running a feywild dnd campaign where only one pc can lie would be really hard! There are a lot of logistics and ethical discussions about what constitutes a lie, so instead of banning fae from lying I turned it into a game! The game is centered around tuning into the original lie being told and just spreading a TON of misinformation, usually this is to confuse mortals but fae also do it normally for enrichment.
Iron burns Fae
Pretty straight forward, though the way Iron affects Fae are a little different than getting physically burnt. It affects their magical abilities. Since Iron is the most stable element, not only will it physically burn them, when they touch it they will feel disconnected from magic as well.
Next posts will be about currency, hierarchy, and a little bit about archfey!
I made some art for my friend's birthday! This is Ailmar (the cat in the front and said friend's character in our Feywild campaign) and our party's adopted displacer beast cub with a quote from Ailmar's player!
I wanted to try a new style and I'm obsessed with this varying line weight and angled edges, let me know what you want to see next!
sometimes the fall court is actually a courtroom. it goes as well as you’d expect
do you ever just get sentenced to life in prison because your changeling ancestor (that you didn’t know you had) sleighted the queen of autumn a thousand years ago? do you ever get your court case overseen by a bickering pair of sixteen year-olds who like the same girl? do you ever learn that the queen of summer has your long-lost sibling in her dungeon and you’ll never see them again? kaipo hale has.
and somehow, it only gets worse.
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[id: a digital sketch in three panels, depicting a scene of a tense and somewhat ridiculous fantasy court case from the artist's DnD campaign.
PANEL 1, TOP-RIGHT: Kai, a young adult human with brown skin and dark shoulder-length hair, stands before a podium listing them as "Accused". Their expression is frantic, hopeless, disbelieving, and above all, angry. Their eyes have dark circles beneath, they are dressed in all black with their shirt's laces loose to show a number of tattoos- And fresh injuries- beneath. Their arms are bound with rope.
PANEL 2, TOP-LEFT: Three witnesses watch the trial, the purple-and-orange fermata tapestry of the Fall Court hanging behind them. On the left is Confetti, a changeling woman with curly blue hair, pink eyes, and rosy cheeks. She is wearing a cream-colored sweater and pink cardigan beneath her reaper's robes, and her hands are over her mouth in suspense.
In the center is the General, Loveless, a firbolg with soft grey fur, dark eyes, and fluffy orange hair. They are wearing a black and red military uniform and a well-worn brown vest with a pink heart over the chest. Their uniform is well-decorated with pips, epaulettes, and medals. They have a determined, if resigned, expression as they stand to testify.
On the right is Rabbit, a tiefling with red skin, somewhat messy navy blue hair, yellow eyes, and horns that curve straight back against their head. Their expression is nothing short of distraught, one hand over their mouth as the other twists into their sleeve. They are wearing a plain blue shirt which covers as much skin as posisble. Their ears are drooped low, their tail twitching anxiously behind them.
PANEL 3, BOTTOM: Four courtiers stand in observence, displaying the more ridiculous aspects of the trial. There are two thrones, one tall in black and purple marked with the Harvester's fermata which sits empty, and the second is shorter, gold and blue, and occupied. Heavy purple curtains frame the backdrop of this panel.
On the left, Party, a changeling with dark skin and bright green hair stands, a look of deep confusion on her face. She seems to be counting on her fingers, and is surrounded by question marks. She is wearing a big pair of obnoxious pink sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt with all the buttons undone.
In the center of the panel, occupying the gold and blue throne, sits the Queen of Summer, the Sunbeam, a tall fey woman with tanned skin and messy blonde hair decorated with seaweed and starfish. She looks positively entranced by the drama of this whole affair, her hands clasped beside her face in glee as she grins. She is wearing a sand-colored dress made of seashells and a similarly obnoxious pair of large pink sunglasses.
To the right of the Sunbeam stands Cresta, a unique and eyecatching teenage merfolk, with the coloration of a well-bred betta fish. She is a of deep indigo coloration, with splotches of fuchsia and magenta, and wine-colored wavy hair. She is glaring indignantly at the figure to her right, and is trying to record the events of the trial with her clipboard and quill. She is wearing a white-and-blue striped blouse with a ruffed collar and a pair of tiny glasses on a chain. There is an annoyed scribble symbolizing frustration over her head.
On the far right of the panel is Marguerite, a heavyset pumpkin-orange tiefling teen with black and purple hair, yellow eyes, and horns with arrowhead tips. She looks very goth, wearing a black gown with a front-laced corset, a number of face piercings, and a necklace made of blue seaglass. She sticks her tongue out at Cresta, her hands indignantly on her hips. /end ID]
BECK: Because we’ve succeeded on something like this before. Because we outnumber you. Because- Be- (OOC: (laughing) I’m sorry, I almost said ‘because we have the power of God and anime on our side, and I couldn’t do it in the Beck voice.)
