The Seelie Court

The Seelie Court is composed of only the finest fey lords and ladies the Otherworld has to offer, who are said to draw their power from the ceaseless changing of the seasons. Although the Seelie Court isn’t actively hostile toward mortals, perhaps even showing benevolence at times, they aren’t necessarily “good,” and one must approach these fey the way one might approach a wild beast: with extreme caution.

Patron Domains: Change, Nature, Passion, Repose

Titania

The Summer Queen

The Summer Queen, benevolent twin sister of the Queen of Ice and Snow, exudes a radiance and warmth that rivals even the most brilliant of summer days. Her sylvan realm, the Seelie, is a place of wonder and enchantment, where bright woodlands and streams of crystal clear water hold gateways to all the other realms in her Court. The magic she draws upon comes from the transitional period between the full vivacity of summer and the comfortable sadness of autumn, a time when the world is ablaze with vibrant colors and crisp, refreshing air. Titania’s beauty is unparalleled, a reflection of the dazzling dusks and dawns that suffuse the Otherworld with light, and it said that her gentle touch can lift even the most deep-rooted of curses from the soul. But it is her kindliness that truly sets her apart from all others, as she welcomes all who enter her domain with open arms and a heart full of compassion.

Oberon

The Green Lord

The Green Lord, Oberon, only emerges from his drey when the warm winds of summer sweep away the spring, his presence heralding the arrival of a new season. His graceful stride belies the power that he wields, for he is a warrior without peer, safeguarding the Seelie Court against any who would see it harmed. Though he is not a true shapeshifter, he changes his form to match the challenge before him, whether it be tooth and claw, hoof and horn, or a thousand other bestial adaptations. Titania, the Summer Queen, is his steadfast lover, but only during a brief, passionate window of time each year known to many fey as “The Rutting.” The Green Lord leads the Wild Hunt, a hunting party that stalks the Otherworld in search of prey, its members the fierce and terrible embodiment of the wilds. His actions seem arbitrary, but there is a method to his violence, for Oberon is a master strategist, orchestrating his every move with a cunning that few can match.

Honeypaws

The Holly King

The Holly King, of all fey lords and ladies, has undergone the most dramatic changes over time. Once a fearsome winter fey by the name of Mesikammen, he now embodies the generous and jolly persona of Honeypaws, with snowy white hair and a twinkle in his eye that can warm even the coldest of hearts. Donning an evergreen mantle and a crown of mistletoe, his presence is preceded by the buzzing of bumblebees, who accompany him at all times as they feast upon the sugary detritus caught within his unkempt beard, and his jovial nature inspires mirthfulness within all who encounter him. The Holly King holds sway over the period after winter but before the arrival of spring, a window of renewal when daisies push their way through the frost as the world awakens from its hibernation. His realm is an enchanting moorland known as the Thawing, which he traverses upon a sleigh pulled by his two bears, Halda and Bejorn, spreading cheer wherever he goes.

Aurelia

The Autumn Lady

The Autumn Lady presides with graceful poise over the Moribund Orchard, a realm of bittersweet serenity, where the air is chill with impending snow, and an abundance of leaves drift from the trees in everlasting liminality. Aurelia herself is a vision of beauty, with a mess of golden hair that glimmers in the dwindling sunlight, wearing a gown of deep red to match the overripe fruit that litters her forest floor. She moves through the orchard in doleful silence as she tends to her beloved trees, even as they shed their colors and prepare for the long sleep of winter. In spite of its melancholy mood, there is a cozy feeling within the orchard, as though Aurelia’s presence alone is enough to ward off the harvest’s end, but perhaps not for forever. Those who visit the Moribund Orchard are left with a sense of longing, as though they’ve experienced something special, but fleeting, that they’ll never quite be able to recapture.