The Feywild is governed by two courts, the seelie and the unseelie court.
Seelie court:
-Titania
-Oberon
-Damh
-Eachthighern
-Squelaiche
-Verenestra
-Caoimhin
-Emmantiesien
-Fionnghuala
-Nathair Sgiathach
-Skerrit
Unseelie court:
-Lady Elmenore
In recent times, the Feywild has been getting sick. Things are changing and glitching, and the seelie court is worried. So they send groups of eleven envoys (one member sent by each god) to each plane.
Our main group is sent to the Mortal plane. Much bonding and fighting ensues.
Its temporary name is 'WildVerse', and it's about a Sylph boy who gets sent to the mortal plane by the goddess he worships and works for to figure out what's wrong with the Feywild
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Énna stood tall as Verenestra paced before the line of scribes. It was sorting day, but Énna wasn't worried; he was Verenestra's best scribe, the one that had never been replaced in all of his time working there. He was positive that wouldn't change today.
The other scribes were amateurishly nervous. The brownie next to him was fidgeting, and the dryad next to them was standing rock-still. It sort of amused Énna, in a way.
"Ciar." Verenestra called. The brownie sunk to the floor and was guided out by two of her handmen; they had been the one voted out. Énna felt a little bad for them; they were decent company, if a bit too twitchy for his liking.
"All the rest of you are dismissed. High scribe, walk with me." The order ran a cold finger down his spine. That wasn't how these ended. Usually Énna was free to leave after the Sorting.
Dread pooled in his wingtips.
He adjusted his grip on his crutches and hurried after the goddess, wings buzzing to give him some speed.
Verenestra thankfully avoided heading toward the topmost pavilion, opting to descend to one of the minor observatory pavilions instead. Énna walked a little ways behind her, nervously watching the goddess.
Surveying the populated woods of the feywild from her place high above the undergrowth, Verenestra spoke. "You have noticed."
Énna blinked. "N-noticed what, Ladyship?" He asked, and cursed the shake in his voice, clenching his hands around his crutches.
"Something is changing."
Énna tried to follow her gaze, sweeping his eyes over the wild expanse of the land near the palace. "Yes, Ladyship." He said, trying to sound certain.
"....The council worries." Her voice was somber, quiet. Ice spread down Énna's skin. "What have they said?"
Verenestra's shifting eyes locked onto his. "They wish to send an emissary of each lord to the other planes."
Énna's breath stopped in his throat. "Have you-" he choked out. "You have chosen me for this?"
Verenestra gave one slow nod, turning back to survey the sweeping forest. Énna blinked in mute shock.
"But i-"
"You're perfect." Verenestra said dismissively. "You journey to the material plane tomorrow night. Dismissed."
Énna stumbled backward, barely catching themself with their crutches. He was stunned. Surprise stretched his eyes open and anxiety knotted his insides. The dizzying tingle of terror settled in his feet and hands. "Why me?"
Verenestra's response chilled him more than the news itself.
THIS IS MY GIRL TANVI, EMISSARY OF EACHTHIGHERN! HER TRUE FORM IS A UNICORN AND SHE'S INDIAN. <3 SHE'S A CHANGELING, SO SHE LIVES IN THE HUMAN REALM. SHE'S AUTISTIC (EVERY CHANGELING IS) AND SHE'S 22. SHE HAS THREE YOUNGER SIBLINGS AND SHE'S AN ART STUDENT! ALSO SHE'S A LESBIAN :3
Énna sat on the bench of the winged ferry, knees to his chest. Okay. Okay. Okay, sure. The discovery of whatever the hell was wrong with the Feywild rested on his shoulders. That was fine! Totally fine.
The Satyr in front of him gave Énna a pitying look.
Okay, fine. All their shoulders. But still, completely fine!
Verenestra had sent him: that meant he must be able to do this.
Of course! He wouldn't let her down.
His eyes drifted to the tall dark curly-haired figure beside him. The man was possibly the oldest of the fae currently present on the boat, and he towered over the others. His grey legs were curved like a cat's, ending in paws, and he had long feline ears. A soft white-splotched tail skimmed the floor lightly, and large antlers potruded from his head.
Énna couldn't guess his species, but something about the look in his eyes made him sure that this was an emissary of Lord Oberon.
He shivered and shrank back slightly, canting up his wings so as to not crush them. The emissary remained motionless, save for the slow flick of his tail, at the edge of the boat, staring at the glittering translucent water.
Énna adjusted his knees, wincing, rubbing little circles into them to push back the pain a little. It never worked, but it was better than suffering constantly. Stupid knees.
The frog-like ferryman rang the bell, and everyone in the boat looked up. A few steps ahead, the glittering water simply stopped. A sky-like void stretched forward infinitely, pinkish bluish yellow like the water.
Sounds of awe lifted from the other members. Énna stared. Oh. So this was the Seam.
The ferryman pointed gruffly, gesturing for them to get off. Énna quickly gathered up his crutches and limped toward the edge of the boat. Stepping his crutches onto the 'water', Énna carefully walked up to the end of the water and pushed through the Seam.
The change was sudden, and make his knees seize with pain. Énna fell to the ground in surprise.
The smells of the feywild were gone, replaced with dark heavy smells and grating sounds and impossibly large structures. A large grey solid river stretched before them, and fast loud boat-like chariots roared along it, scraping nauseating smells and sounds through the air.
Sounds of similar disgust were heard behind him as the other faeries stepped out of the Seam. Énna winced and pulled himself up with his crutches, flapping his wings twice to get himself fully upright without straining his knees.
One of the emissaries said something, though Énna couldn't think what, and then an eleventh person appeared.
Énna politely made the sign for respect in Eachthighern's court at them, and they waved it away. "There's no need for that! Just follow me, all of you!"
"Hi!" Said the changeling-looking person, smiling with fanged teeth. They were quite pretty; their brown skin was reminiscent of some of the prettiest satyrs in Damh's court, and their long black hair made Énna feel slightly envious. He offered a tense grin in return, waving with one hand. They blinked at him amicably. "I'm Lord Eachthighern's emissary, i'm a changeling."
Doing so, Énna and the others were lead up the steps inside a huge structure, like Verenestra's palace but square and dull yellow, and into a room.
"This is where you'll be staying!" Eachthighern's emissary said. "Oh- and you'll all need this."
They handed Énna a black rectangular object. He blinked at them in confusion.
"And my name is Tanvi, by the way!" The changeling said, tossing their long black hair behind their shoulders. "Okay, i'll leave you all to get settled! You can ask the phone lady to call me if you need anything." She smiled, disappearing out of the door.
Énna stared, then gently lowered the 'phone' onto the ground. Damh's emissary, the satyr, chuckled.
The air inside the room was making their head buzz- the proximity to the outside was painful- so they walked into another room and practically collapsed on the closest bit of reasonably soft furniture. The ever-present pain in their knees lessened marginally at the lack of pressure, and they closed their eyes, trying to ignore the smell of the mortal realm.
The door creaked, and Énna opened one eye to see who was there. It smelled like Oberon's emissary, and the shadow matched up quite well. Énna sat up. "Hello?" He said into the dim light of the room.
The emissary moved closer, and Énna shifted, holding his crutches.
"I'm a liar." He said matter-of-factly.
Énna blinked. "What?"
The emissary shrugged his shoulders. The movement looked unnatural. "Watch."
His entire form shifted and changed, like a flower turning itself inside out, and then there was a short humanoid creature with green skin and golden hair floating upside-down before Énna's face.
Énna stared. What.
The emissary grinned like a spellcat. "I'm not the emissary. Surprise!"
Énna's jaw hung open. The shifter righted himself and stretched languorously. "Ta-da~!"
Énna was on his feet in an instant, shoving him against the wall. Panic surged in his chest, matching the swell of pain in his knees. One emissary was missing. Everything was going wrong already. Oh no. Oh no. "What. The. FUCK."
The shifter looked sheepish. "Listen, the other guy didn't want to come, so..." He shrugged.
Fury burnt up to Énna's hairtips. This idiot. He ruined everything. It was all resting on them and now he didn't even have Oberon's emissary to rely on?!!! For fuck's sake!
Énna's knee buckled, and he fell against the shifter, making him grunt. Énna pushed himself away and grabbed his crutches, glaring at him.
"Well." Said the shifter, looking around sheepishly. "I guess i'll be going now."
Énna scoffed. "No no, you're staying. Because of you, we're missing an emissary, so you're fixing this."
The shifter looked affronted. "You make me sound like i'm malicious." He put a hand on his chest. Énna tried to resist the urge to hit him with his crutch.
"I don't give a shit, frankly." He said. "You're stuck with us now, Shifty."
The shifter stared for a moment, and the panic in Énna's chest was joined by fear. He stiffened.
"Eh, sure. Not like i've got anywhere else to be." He shrugged again.
Énna rolled his eyes and limped out of the room. He would find somewhere else to sit and think.
Some sketches of Énna and Malcolm, our second party member! Mal is a shapeshifter who joined the group for shits and giggles, and he's such a Creature. Just a little freak. Like if Beetlejuice didn't find hurting people funny.
