The parallel world of The Fey includes any magical group with a primary drive of survival. They will do anything to stay alive, which drives them to be some of the greatest inventors and innovators among the Mythos. [themedy_alertbox icon="" colour="theme" font_awesome_att="" custom_colour=""]Note: this is a placeholder. There will be much more information in the future![/themedy_alertbox] World name: the Silver Dawning. The Fey don't.... It’s… shall we say, colorful.
It’s a world filled with vibrant colors and impossible magics. Jewels line the riverbeds, but don’t think of this place as some kind of deranged Middle Ages rip-off.
The Fey are actually heavily into technology, and their world reflects that.
Here’s a description of one of their main cities, Silvermoon, from Half-Shell Prophecies:
Tall, curved towers sported intricate glass and ebony ornamentation, somehow organic and Gothic and sleek all at once. Statues, flowers, and entire histories played out in hints of shadow and silhouette. There were no fuel-run vehicles here; lots of animals—plenty of them flying, big enough to carry a couple people at a time—and all over, everywhere, a mishmash of Fey and plenty of other Peoples of the I don't really need to tell you about this place. You live there. If you want pre-history according to the Ever-Dying, you can check Wikipedia. Unfortunately, that won't tell you the real story. Much of what was has been hidden for the sake of keeping the words apart, but I am slowly building a timeline which I will eventually publish... on foot.
The Fey need other people to take magic from, so commerce was always welcome. The sled we rode flew low enough to give me a glimpse of Serpentine beings, members of the People of the Darkness. They're usually half humanoid in appearance, but this varies; the term applies to a number of beings sharing reptilian and aquatic traits. Their magic is spoken in whispers, and they're physically very strong. While their native habitat is water, they're able to go on land with a few needed charms, usually... and A member of The Dream, these beautiful creatures resemble water spirits. They have control over water, and - like all members of the Dream - feed off human dreams in sleep. (Don't worry. That part benefits us.) Closely related to both Dryads and Sylphs. If you meet one, you don't have much to worry about. They're barely part of this..., of large, red-skinned Shadow’s Breath (the same species as Bran, though he didn’t deign to look their direction), kelpies and wulvers and a couple of Dragons (not to be confused with "dargons") are among the most dangerous creatures among the Mythos and not just because of physical size and strength. [themedy_alertbox icon="info-circle" colour="theme" font_awesome_att="" custom_colour=""] When you see the info icon, it means information in a footnote at the bottom of the article. When you see a link WITHOUT the icon, it means it takes.... The source of "dwarf" rumors - but only because of young trolls, who tended to run out of the mountain mines to have fun in the daylight. They are creatures of the Sun, which is why they can handle intense heat. As they grow older, their forms mimic the earth they shape; they tend to change proportions, and their flesh..., gorgons, things I couldn’t even identify—fish-headed things and large, shy octopus-creatures who moved slowly and nervously through crowds of much smaller shoppers.
And of course, the Fey. In this wildly varied population, they still shone.
None of them bothered looking human here. Skin and hair gleamed in all colors, makeup drawing attention to eyes, lips, and those pointed ears—ears as long as their forearms and so thin that the double suns shone through them, making them glow. Steam-punk kimonos seemed to be the “in” style right now, along with what I might call Han Solo boots. And of course, there was the walk.
You’ve never seen allure until you’ve seen Fey in their element.
Magic sparked off their fingers and long hair, glimmered on skin and lips. They were mesmerizing, like firecrackers in a field of Nightwheat is a grain grown by the Fey. It's light gray in color, shaped like flowering amaranth. It's good for flour, dyes, alcohol, and - once processed - certain incendiary powders. During the day, it seems almost colorless, but by moonlight, it takes on a magnificent metallic sheen, gleaming like real silver. Celebrations with fireworks over fields of nightwheat are.... And the music they made….
Not all of them made it, of course. It was mostly small groups here and there, every other city block corner, but every song they played complemented the rest. No matter where you turned, it all seemed like one great symphony, unending, connected, an ouroboros of sound.
There were guards, too, lots of them. These Fey didn’t smile; their long hair was braided back, and they wore slim metal guards to protect their paper-thin ears.