The Fair Folk

Will · Geplaatst: 24 Feb 2024 14:06

The Fair Folk are born of the chaos beyond the world— ravenous, beautiful, and immortal. They stride boldly into Spira, taking whatever they please by force or seduction. Also known as the raksha, they seem similar to men and women, but aren’t human and could never be mistaken as such. Mortals don’t wrap themselves in proud robes of woven poetry, nor move with the grace of a waking dream, nor wear all the blowing colors of autumn and fire in their hair and eyes.

The Fair Folk hate Spira, for it offends the children of the Wyld. When the world was raised up from chaos, it shattered the purity of the Wyld, inflicting upon it an immutable center; the certainties of time; and other, subtler transformations. What had been free was now fixed. The oppressive weight of Spira’s certainties presses hard against those Fair Folk who enter the world; in its every aspect, reality announces itself as their enemy. The raksha have warred against Spira since its first dawn. Once, they came within a hair’s breadth of victory; perhaps in the Time of Tumult they will succeed.

The Fair Folk love Spira, for it beguiles them and fills their essential emptiness—an emptiness of which they were never aware, until Spira existed to contrast them. The raksha are soulless, donning ethics and passions like masks and fashion; they’re not real the way a mortal is real, and must endlessly invent themselves. To immerse in the life of Spira—and dine upon Spira-born souls—provides another, intoxicating existence, which many fae throw themselves into wholeheartedly. The souls and sagas of heroes satisfy them best of all, drawing Fair Folk to the Tenchi in endless cycles of savage war and equally savage love.

So it is that Spira has learned that the love and hate of the Fair Folk are to be feared in equal measure.