Archfey of the Feywild
The Archfey are the mythic rulers, legends, and incarnations of the Feywild’s primal essence. They are not deities in the traditional sense, but beings so powerful and so deeply attuned to the plane’s nature that their names alone shape the land and the minds of lesser fey. To speak with an Archfey is to risk being rewritten into a poem, a tree, or a ghost of a song. To offend one is to gamble with one's past and future alike.
Archfey generally align with either the Seelie (Summer, Day, Growth) or Unseelie (Winter, Night, Wither) Courts, though many reject courtly politics entirely. The Courts are reflections of emotion as much as law—shifting alliances of dream, memory, and power.
Aurienne, the Blooming Dawn
Titles: Summer Queen, Lady of Gold and Fire, The Rose Crowned
Court: Seelie
Portfolio: Passion, Creation, Glory, Excess
Aurienne rules the radiant heart of summer from the Crimson Solarium, a palace of golden petals and molten glass. She is beautiful and terrible, her presence evoking awe, longing, and dread in equal measure. Her moods are as swift and scorching as her season. She may bless a mortal with endless vitality—or burn them from memory with a glance.
Her court exults in art, beauty, desire, and victory, yet its delights often have sharp thorns. To be loved by the Summer Queen is to be consumed by it.
Caelthyr the Broken Crown
Titles: Winter King, Lord of Ice and Memory, The Hollow Regent
Court: Unseelie
Portfolio: Loss, Stillness, Secrets, Endurance
Caelthyr is the somber and contemplative king of winter. Once a fiery prince of summer, he fell into grief and silence after the death of his twin—a story retold with variations by every bard. He now dwells in the Throne of Shattered Silence, a citadel carved from frozen tears and forgotten oaths.
Caelthyr’s court values wisdom, patience, and sorrow, and its nobles speak in dreams and riddles. He is a figure of immense empathy and restraint—but when stirred to wrath, he can crack time like ice.
Thistlegrim, the Jester Below
Titles: The Trick That Went Too Far, Laughing Lord of Roots
Court: Neither
Portfolio: Madness, Pranks, Change, Entropy
Thistlegrim is chaos incarnate, a shapeshifter made of fungi, bone, and bells. He lives beneath the Feywild in the Hollow Carnival, a place where laws are inverted and identity is optional. He is both adored and feared for his pranks, which teach lessons, break illusions, or undo lives.
He is welcomed by both Courts but belongs to neither. He claims he once was a god of joy who told the wrong joke and laughed himself out of heaven.
Virelyn, the Thorned Bride
Titles: Duchess of Briar Veils, Lady of the Half-Step, The Masked Moon
Court: Both (walks between)
Portfolio: Duality, Seduction, Lies, Boundaries
Virelyn is a fey of masks, illusions, and dangerous intimacy. She wears countless faces and holds a thousand names. Her domain lies between twilight and midnight, love and betrayal. To see her unveiled is to forget your truest memory.
She moves between Seelie and Unseelie courts as an eternal diplomat, lover, and spy. Her agents whisper across dreams and duels, sowing discontent and insight in equal measure. Her riddles are said to bind fate itself.
Oranax the Verdant Maw
Titles: The Root Wyrm, Devourer of Gardens
Court: Unseelie
Portfolio: Hunger, Predation, Ruin, Wild Strength
Oranax is a titanic, serpentine Archfey whose vines stretch across realms. His maw blooms with fanged petals, and wherever he feeds, forests grow twisted and rampant. He is the predator of overgrown things—the answer to unchecked growth.
He slumbers beneath Wyrmbarrow Grove, a cursed thicket where nothing dies and everything devours. His cult of thorn-walkers and briar druids sees decay not as an end, but a glorious climax.
Lyssera of the Everlark
Titles: Starborn Lady, Feathered Queen of Spring
Court: Seelie
Portfolio: Renewal, Hope, Wanderlust, Song
Lyssera appears as a glowing fey with lark wings and a voice that reshapes the world. She walks only in spring, heralding beginnings, forgiveness, and flight. Her palace, the Nest of Dawns, exists at the edge of every sunrise.
She is beloved by birds, poets, and children, and many travelers unknowingly follow her path. Yet even Lyssera has a darker half, hidden behind the blush of renewal—a fierce refusal to let go of beauty.
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