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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 5076526" data-attributes="member: 20323">Here are two archfey from my campaign setting that may jog some ideas for you...Acale the HungererThe false promise of eternal summer, gluttony and short-sightedness, gnawing hunger of winter driving men mad, failing to sow seeds or sowing seeds in the sand. The Hungerer Acale is lord/lady of The Feasting Fields, a sunlight realm of faerie fruits, glazed boar, and sumptuous custards offered by sly and ingratiating fey hosts...but none of the foods end the hunger...eventually mortals begin eating themselves or each other...those who escape often die of starvation upon returning to the world. Acale appears as a dazzling beautiful man/woman (the opposite of his observer) with gaudy clothes sewn out of acorns, seeds, meat jerky, dried fruits, and nuts; however this illuson is visible on the coldest nights when Acale's skin becomes transparent and one can see the bone beneath. Acale is always attended by "bloodberry sprites" which roll out a "carpet" of smeared berries and cow's blood before Acale. He/she most properly belongs to the Summer Court, though he/she has ties with both the Winter and Gloaming Courts as well, making him/her a bit of a chameleon.Daimoras the Dawn PrinceTrill notes of a flute summoning buds to blossom before their time, a premature babe barely survives birth, early snowmelt catches a village unprepared washing away their crops, a musician drives his young apprentice mad demanding too much too soon. The Dawn Prince is lord of the Gates of Dawn, a verdant realm with the sickly sweet smell of fragrant blossoms where nature is thrown off kilter - everything happens too soon. Plants struggle to emerge through soil still thawing from frosts while others are burned by an unusually high sun. All the inhabitants expect each other (and visitors) to guess their desires and fulfill them, to jump into marriage before friendship, to challenge a lusty suitor to a duel without provocation (yet), to teach a 6 year old the lessons of adulthood. Everything here is too full of the rush to grow. Damoiras appears as a large shaggy satyr with gleaming green hair and eyes radiating primal vigor, though his form is somewhat lopsided with one arm hanging lower and one horn larger; he is attended by a group of fauns who change every dawn, beginning the day as baby goats and ending as goat headed people. Damoiras shares allegiances with the Green Court, though his nature binds him (often against his desires) to the Summer and Winter Courts.</blockquote>

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