Nobles of the Waning Court - The beauty of ripe fruit blended with the dread within autumn’s long shadows, every noble of the waning court is a vision to behold. Black, pupilless eyes dominate their fine-boned faces while sharp teeth lurk behind plush lips. The faeries’ ears are pointed like an elf’s, but slightly shorter. This is due to the antelope-like horns spiraling from their temples, the base of which are riddled with red-stained honeycombs. Waning court nobles wear their hair long, often braided with bones and sticks, and is a color of fall leaves. Their skin tone can best be described as bloodless. Commonly, these fey wear leathers cured of eldritch animals, cloaks made from a nightmare or displacer beast pelts, black iron plates, and amber adornments with petrified insects within. Most find their mien more savage than aristocratic. Stray direflies are their constant companions, always buzzing cryptic prophecies as they crawl about. Bearing rusty great-axes and a terrifying...

Nobles of the Waning Court - The beauty of ripe fruit blended with the dread within autumn’s long shadows, every noble of the waning court is a vision to behold. Black, pupilless eyes dominate their fine-boned faces while sharp teeth lurk behind plush lips. The faeries’ ears are pointed like an elf’s, but slightly shorter. This is due to the antelope-like horns spiraling from their temples, the base of which are riddled with red-stained honeycombs. Waning court nobles wear their hair long, often braided with bones and sticks, and is a color of fall leaves. Their skin tone can best be described as bloodless. Commonly, these fey wear leathers cured of eldritch animals, cloaks made from a nightmare or displacer beast pelts, black iron plates, and amber adornments with petrified insects within. Most find their mien more savage than aristocratic. Stray direflies are their constant companions, always buzzing cryptic prophecies as they crawl about. Trained at the feet of the Heir of Crisp,...

Nobles of the Waning Court - The beauty of ripe fruit blended with the dread within autumn’s long shadows, every noble of the waning court is a vision to behold. Black, pupilless eyes dominate their fine-boned faces while sharp teeth lurk behind plush lips. The faeries’ ears are pointed like an elf’s, but slightly shorter. This is due to the antelope-like horns spiraling from their temples, the base of which are riddled with red-stained honeycombs. Waning court nobles wear their hair long, often braided with bones and sticks, and is a color of fall leaves. Their skin tone can best be described as bloodless. Commonly, these fey wear leathers cured of eldritch animals, cloaks made from a nightmare or displacer beast pelts, black iron plates, and amber adornments with petrified insects within. Most find their mien more savage than aristocratic. Stray direflies are their constant companions, always buzzing cryptic prophecies as they crawl about. This horned fey hefts a lance crafted fro...

Larger than a horse the giant direfly resembles an amalgamation of a fly and hornet, clad in blood-red chitin with jaundice light seeping from its abdomen. Beneath stunted mandibles is a lipless, human-like mouth complete with corroded teeth. From between two eye-clusters juts a chitin horn, not unlike that of a greater beetle. Though, the shape of this protrusion is not uniform among the species. Arcane Alteration. Even in the feywild, giant direflies are not a naturally occurring species. Specialized hive crofters breed these beasts from direfly swarms , selecting the largest insect from among the hive and saturating it with foul magic. This mystical enhancement steadily enlarges the direfy, as does a diet rich in humanoid flesh. At the same time, the crofter trains the monstrosity to be either a guard animal similar or serve as a flying mount for the waning nobility. Those insects rode by waning house knights and the like bear custom-made saddles and livery into battle; some eve...

Nobles of the Waning Court - The beauty of ripe fruit blended with the dread within autumn’s long shadows, every noble of the waning court is a vision to behold. Black, pupilless eyes dominate their fine-boned faces while sharp teeth lurk behind plush lips. The faeries’ ears are pointed like an elf’s, but slightly shorter. This is due to the antelope-like horns spiraling from their temples, the base of which are riddled with red-stained honeycombs. Waning court nobles wear their hair long, often braided with bones and sticks, and is a color of fall leaves. Their skin tone can best be described as bloodless. Commonly, these fey wear leathers cured of eldritch animals, cloaks made from a nightmare or displacer beast pelts, black iron plates, and amber adornments with petrified insects within. Most find their mien more savage than aristocratic. Stray direflies are their constant companions, always buzzing cryptic prophecies as they crawl about. The robed fey forwent armor and sacrific...

"Now, I know what you be thinking. Why is a ghost wandering about hunting other malevolent spirits? We restless folk ain't like a race, guild or nothing. Not all of us are evil neither. See, among my people, there were folks called fossors. They were somewhere between gravedigger and priest. It was our duty to prepare bones for burial, make sure the right rites were done. That way they'd not rise to menace the living. I was in charge of one of our catacombs. Hell, I don't even remember what ruin its buried under now. Doesn't matter. Let's just say I screwed up and screwed up bad. Hungry dead came storming out of those catacombs and devoured the grand city above it. I managed to stop it. Weren't easy. The folks that survived didn't care neither. Bound me still living in an iron box, craved curses all over it, and then they moved on to far away lands. Can't say that I blame them. Save, I didn't come back full of darkness and hate like most...

"They saw it took the lives of nearly fifty men to bring the warrior woman down. After the first thirty, she fought on the hill of corpses and just kept adding too it. They finally got her though but didn't kill her. Not right off, anyway. You'd think such a hero would have her names sung in ballads. That be the problem of being on the losing side, the victors control what bards sing, eh? Hell, they wiped her name from history, that they did, in the years following her execution. Though, execution ain't the right word for it. The generals had her spread out among the branches of a dead tree on that battlefield, her guts like holiday tinsel. Their priests kept her alive, though. Crows flocked to the dying woman, feasted on her for days. Every time she thought she'd slip off into oblivion those damn clerics healed her just enough to hang on. Until the enemy's host finished sacking the land, razing the keep and marched off to the next front. Then they let th...