No larger than a newborn kitten, the pixie looks like a doll-sized version of an
elfen, except with gossamer wings that beat at an amazing speed. His large green
eyes are filled with laughter and mischief, and his movements are quick and
jerking. Dressed in a tunic of leaves and wielding a tiny wooden bow, the pixie
is prone to suddenly somersault in the air and twirl about gaily.
A pixie seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 6 pounds.

A sprite is a tiny ghost-like figure with fine wings that glitter with a
splendid opalescence. A halo of light surrounds the sprite's entire figure. Long
white hair is draped about her body covering her nakedness. As she looks around,
her sparkling eyes twinkle with merriment and mischief. Upon looking closely at
her little frame you can see the small pouch belted to her waist, that is filled
with a fine dust of some sort.
A sprite looks relatively helpless.
She weighs about 2 pounds and 0 ounce(s).

A wood nymph is clothed in leaves of various trees, linked together by vines and
ivy. She is small and slender with skin that is as soft as rose petals and the
colour of butter, and hair that tumbles down her back in a long fall of green,
kept in place by a wreath of ivy.
A wood nymph seems to be unafraid.
She weighs about 56 pounds.

The mother is the embodiment of the archetype of all mothers. Her hair is tied
back in a bun and she smiles warmly to all around her. She wears a practical
floral print dress with a white apron, still dusty with flour from baking. She
is pleasantly plump and smells of cookies and milk.
The mother seems to be unafraid.
She weighs about 156 pounds.

Looking like a scruffy, tiny, brown man, a brownie is dressed in torn clothing
of outlandish colours. He giggles incessantly and cannot stand still for longer
then a couple of seconds. His hair is a shock of chestnut brown and his face is
smooth and hairless.
A brownie does not look particularly dangerous.
He weighs about 25 pounds.

Looking like a diminutive teenage elfen girl, the sylph is slender with long
pale hair and dressed in a gauzy white shift. Her eyes are a soft blue that seem
to reflect the image of clouds. From her back sprouts a pair of long gossamer
wings that sweep through air with powerful beats.
A sylph does not look particularly dangerous.
She weighs about 46 pounds.

Probably the strangest of the fae, no one has actually ever seen the face or
body of a pigwidgeon. The sleeves and pants legs of its voluminous clothing go
well beyond its hands and feet, covering them with the frayed material. There is
also an enormous floppy hat on the pigwidgeon's head that manages to always stay
firmly ensconced no matter how outrageously the pigwidgeon moves. It is not even
clear whether this odd fae is a biped or quadruped as it spends as much time on
two legs as it does on four.
A pigwidgeon does not look particularly dangerous.
He weighs about 13 pounds.

A banshee is the translucent form of an elfen woman. She is dressed in a black
shroud that flaps around her in tatters. Her face is creased in sadness and her
large eyes water uncontrollably. Low moans and wails are stifled in her throat
as she floats several feet above the ground.
A banshee seems to be unafraid.
She is strangely weightless.

The pooka is a strange looking creature indeed, with four little goat legs and
small goat horns on the head of a pixie. The body of the pooka is that of a tiny
horse, complete with a swishing tail. The pixie face grins mischievously and the
body seems to alter in size and shape while one's attention is drawn away.
A pooka seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 137 pounds.

The crone is the embodiment of the archetype of all crones. Her hair is white
and thin and her skin is wrinkled in a network of fine and heavy lines. She
wears a voluminous black dress and cloak. Her eyes are so cloudy that she
appears mostly blind, and her hands are knurled in arthritic knots. When she
does smile, it is apparent that she hasn't a tooth in her ancient head.
The crone seems to be unafraid.
She weighs about 156 pounds.

This fae is a sleek black hound-like creature, with long canine teeth and a
muzzle tipped with a wide nose that constantly sniffs the air, scenting for
prey. Though its hind legs are that of a dog, its forelegs end in cruel claws,
their vicious curves black with the congealed blood of past hunts. Its face is
disturbingly sentient, the golden eyes glinting with open malice and pitiless
intellect, while its ears are long and triangular, reminiscent of a bat's, even
while hinting at a bloodhound heritage. A shaggy tail and unkempt mane of longer
fur runs down its back, a lighter grey colour against the black of the rest of
its body. The characteristic growl of a hunter rumbles in its throat, suggesting
a powerful voice awaiting release.
A barghest seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 100 pounds.
He is loyal to Prince Daem d'Illici, of Relentless Darkness.
A barghest is holding:
Nothing.

Short and stocky, this redcap is immediately recognisable due to its namesake
red hat, which upon closer inspection can be seen to be dyed its scarlet colour
by constantly flowing blood, kept fresh and liquid by the magic of the creature.
Its arms taper down into hands bearing three long fingers, tipped with the long,
wicked claws that are its primary weapons. There is none of the usual mischief
evident in Fae in this redcap, simply malicious intent shining through his
crimson eyes. A constant low sniggering accompanies the clunk of its iron boots,
their thickness and apparent solidity seeming incongruous on such a small
creature. Nevertheless its movements are unbelievably swift, the heavy boots
somehow no obstacle to this strange Fae.
A redcap seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 100 pounds.
He is loyal to Prince Daem d'Illici, of Relentless Darkness.
A redcap is holding:
Nothing.

Clad in flowing violet robes, this slaugh has an aura of arrogance so strong
that it is almost palpable, her nose turned high into the air and her derisive
gaze sweeping the area. She has a willowy form, and is starkly beautiful, her
smooth nose and sparkling lavender eyes contrasting sharply with her callously
curved mouth and contemptuous stance. Glittering rings and bracelets adorn her
hands and arms, and the cut of her garments and quality of the materials, as
well as her rather conceited demeanour, make it readily apparent that this fae
is of noble origins. Noble lineage notwithstanding, however, she does not appear
virtuous or true in any way, her cruel smile ever present and the slight
impression of vindictiveness obvious around her.
A slaugh seems to be unafraid.
She weighs about 130 pounds.
She is loyal to Prince Daem d'Illici, of Relentless Darkness.
A slaugh is holding:
Nothing.

Thanks - I'll just wyrd the fae a bit. I still need the Night fae, please! Shadowdancers!

Probably the strangest of the fae, no one has actually ever seen the face or
body of a pigwidgeon. The sleeves and pants of its voluminous clothing go well
beyond its hands and feet, covering them with the frayed material. Shadows cling
to the copious amounts of cloth and to the floppy hat atop its head. It is not
even clear whether this odd fae is a biped or quadruped as it spends as much
time on two legs as it does on four.
A pigwidgeon bound in shadows does not look particularly dangerous.
He weighs about 13 pounds.

The leprechaun has a pot belly and a bristling red beard. Dressed in a faded
green tunic and pants, he keeps a tattered hat gripped firmly in his hands.
Shadows dance across his pale cheeks and suspicious eyes, and he keeps his arms
crossed as if afraid he may drop something. Indeed, every time he shuffles from
foot to foot, something clinks from the confines of his clothing.
A leprechaun bound in shadows does not look particularly dangerous.
He weighs about 56 pounds.

The brownie is a scruffy, tiny, brown man. Tenebrous shadows snake their way
across his clothing of outlandish colors. He fidgets back and forth and cannot
stand still for longer than a couple of seconds. His hair is a shock chestnut
brown and his face is smooth and hairless.
A brownie bound in shadows does not look particularly dangerous.
He weighs about 25 pounds.

The sylph is slender with long pale hair and the appearance of a diminutive,
teenage elfen girl. A dark gauzy shift flows about her small frame. Her eyes are
obscured beneath the shadows that coil about her. From her back sprouts a pair
of long shadowy wings that sweep through the air with powerful beats.
A sylph bound in shadows does not look particularly dangerous.
She weighs about 46 pounds.

The sprite is a tiny ghost-like figure with thin wings covered in shadowy veins
that travel along their length. A halo of writhing shadows cover the sprite's
entire figure. Long white hair is flows about her as shadows wrap around her
body, covering her nakedness. Her eyes dart back and forth cautiously as she
hovers in mid-air. Upon looking closely at her little frame you can see the
small pouch belted to her waist that is filled with a fine dust of some sort.
A sprite bound in shadows looks relatively helpless.
She weighs about 2 pounds and 0 ounce(s).

No larger than a newborn kitter, the pixie looks like a doll-sized version of an
elfen, except with translucent wings, covered by thick shadows. His large green
eyes are filled with uneasiness and apprehension, and his movements are quick
and jerking. Dressed in a tunic of decaying leaves and wielding a tiny wooden
bow, the pixie eyes its surrounding for danger.
A pixie bound in shadows seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 6 pounds.

A wood nymph is clothed in the brittle leaves of various trees, linked together
by vines and ivy. She is small and slender with skin that is obscured beneath a
writhing mass of stygian shadows. Unkempt hair tumbles down her back in a long
fall of green, kept in place by a wreath of ivy.
A wood nymph bound in shadows seems to be unafraid.
She weighs about 56 pounds.

The banshee is the translucent form of an elfen woman. She is dressed in a black
shroud that melds seamlessly with the pulsating shadows that swirl about her
form. Her face is creased in sadness and her large eyes water uncontrollably.
Low moans and wails are stiffled in her throat as she floats several feet above
the ground.
A banshee bound in shadows seems to be unafraid.
She is strangely weightless.