by Egil Thompson
The transformation was gruesome.
Angharradh watched as Hilga Bitterspot turned from a mere hag into a fiend. She couldn't believe the hags didn't all die in the abyss. Those devious, ugly, fey creatures had a silver tongue that even devils couldn't match. Hilga's deal made her less of fey and more of a demon, a walking nightmare. Thus, the night hags were born. This event has given some inspiration to the elven demi-goddess of wisdom. Angharradh will gift her own kind, those who still lived in the feywild, the ability to change into higher beings, closer to what they once were:
Primal Elves.
Angharradh came to the
feywild and talked to the lost. The lost are elves who didn't call the season courts their lords like the
eladrin did, and those who didn't leave to
the material plane to became a new race of elves. The lost had not yet chosen a home and so they were, not knowing still how to live without the gift of the gods. She asked them "I came with great news, for those fey who still didn't choose a new form to be bound to after your fall from primal form, I came here to give you a new form, one made out of fey and the horned monster's blood, this will make you as nimble is a fey but as cunning as a devil, what say you?"
"Dear Angharradh, our wise goddess" said the lost's elder, she spoke slowly as ageing was something she also gained while losing her primal form "We do not wish to seal our eternal souls in one form, we wish to grain the ability to shape change again, that's the real blessing we all want".
"Forgetting that you chose to aid
lolth, my dear friend? I came here bearing gifts for your condition is beyond what a friend could bear to watch, but I see we are not friends no more, no, I am your goddess yes? then I shall do with you as I please" And so, Angharradh took from the horned devils, the barbed devils, the bone, and the ice and, at random, fused them with the lost, one devil for one lost elf. The lost took the mantle of those devils, became
Fallalings (mantlings in elven) having two forms to change into, one of an high-blond-beautiful-slender-elf, with some aspects of the devil: a barbed hair or a long spiky tail, And one that takes all their glory. The hybrid, like an offspring of a devil, looking like monstrosities. None of those forms is their true form. Using magic for true seeing or trying to dispell their shapeshifting ability wouldn't work, as they asked to be closer to their primal selves, they got what they wished for, and more.
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