The Wyldfae

The Wyldfae are a sect of fey lords and ladies who refuse to associate with either of the Sylvan Courts. The individuals listed below are but a few of countless many, each one-of-a-kind and willfully independent from the rest. However, there is one particular through line that connects Lugh, Riparioth, Nicnevin, and Dalen: they each possess some measure of control over the Fate (with a capital ‘f’) of others.

Patron Domains: Fate, Luck, Magic, Trickery

Lugh

The Leprechaun

The Leprechaun, though now a humble fey, was once the god of an entire world, a place so ancient that even he has forgotten its name. Taking the form of a lanky man with fiery red hair and eyes of emerald green, he rules over the lush glades of Tirnanog, which he conceals with illusory mist. However, it is Lugh’s power over probability that truly sets him apart, for a mere snap of his fingers is enough to alter the course of destiny. His reputation for underhandedness is known throughout the planes, but those who earn his favor may find themselves blessed with serendipitous good luck. Lugh’s love of treasure is seemingly at odds with his love of gambling, yet both passions drive him in equal measure to leave the safety of his realm and seek his fortune elsewhere. And so, the Leprechaun continues to venture forth, leaving the Otherworld behind to test his mettle against the unpredictable whims of fate, all the while adding to his ever-growing hoard.

Riparioth

The River Lord

The River Lord, Riparioth, is a mercurial being of great power and influence, whose voice is simultaneously as soft as a babbling brook and as mighty as a rumbling waterfall. Believed to be the last surviving member of The Eldest, a pantheon of elvish demigods, he commands respect from all fey, Seelie and Unseelie alike. The eyes of Riparioth are a deep pupil-less blue, from which he can peer through pools of still water into the past and future. After all, time itself is like a great river, flowing ever onward, unable to be dammed or directed. His home is the Glen of Pearls, a realm of rippling lakes and ponds as pure as starlight, where the croaking of frogs is inescapable, and the air is sweet with the fragrance of water lilies. Though this place appears serene, it can be treacherous for those who fail to honor the River Lord properly, for his wrath is as swift and relentless as the torrential currents of a flood.

Nicnevin

The Witch Queen

The Witch Queen was born the daughter of Baba Yaga, the Hag Mother, but raised by a triune of Norns, who taught her the art of weaving the threads of fate into powerful hexes. At a distance, Nicnevin may appear as an ordinary wild woman, but her otherworldly nature is quickly apparent, as her ten-foot tall frame towers over most mortals. Copper-colored curls cascade down her back, and her freckled skin is covered in spiraling tattoos that each denote a different pact she has made over the centuries. Her home is the Wilting Wetlands, a muggy mangrove forest where toadstools can grow as large as trees. Mages flock from all across the Multiverse to her realm, each begging the Witch Queen to teach them her secrets, but most prove unworthy of her tutelage and are turned away in shame. Nicnevin is an intentionally solitary fey, and those who seek her out do so at their own peril, for disturbing her is to provoke a fight that very few could win.

Dalen

The Laughing Fool

The Laughing Fool, an enigmatic and capricious fey, dances along the paths of the Otherworld, his jester’s motley adorned with a dizzying array of brightly colored patterns and jingly bells. Despite his whimsical demeanor, there is a hint of darkness lurking behind his playfulness, for he delights in misleading unwary travelers with his elaborate tricks. Though he is a wandering fey with no set realm to call his own, he is often found in places of transition, where the veil between worlds grow thin. It is at these metaphorical (sometimes literal) crossroads that the Laughing Fools disguises himself as a mortal harlequin, attempting to ingratiate himself with merchant caravans and roving parties of adventurers. With his tinkling laughter and a devious smile, he tempts them with promises of fun and excitement, beckoning them into losing their way. But those who linger too long in his company may find themselves ensnared by his sinister schemes, forever trapped in a web of lies.