Feyre Nox
Feyre Nox
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Feyre is a human who poses as a dusk elf. Born with jet black hair, she dyes it pure white...providing she can find the dye nessisary for the task. Her hair hangs just above her bottom. She has bright blue eyes, pale skin, and a small button nose. She's attractive, but not insanely beautiful. She's of average height, and a healthy build. Feyre wears a set of fake elven ears, and it is rare to see her without them on. Often seen in robes or simple but pretty dresses, Feyre nearly always has her black cloak on. It was a gift from her adopted family and she treasures it. The cloak has a silver lining on the inside, and silver threaded runes writen in Elven that say "To thine own self be true." The saying repeats, sandwhiched between silver threaded vines.
I am a beautiful dusk elf, or at least that is what I keep telling myself. My looks are human like, but those ears poking through my pure white hair suggest otherwise.
Character Location
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
23
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Bright Blue Eyes
Hair
Pure White... unless her jet black roots are showing
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5 ft. 1 in.
Weight
153 lbs.
A Vision of Isabella
We met a Vistani seer today who requested that we sit through a reading. We were in the Falinescu Manor during the vision and met Glovia's daughter Isabella.
Feyre's Therapy Familiar, Or...How Taro became a flying monkey.
Day one:
Feyre had had it. She was done. This was -the- last straw. She sat on her bed in the Manor and hugged a sleeping Taro kitty to her chest. "Why on the hells would they go and attack the Burgermeister like that?" She had almost died.....TWICE....and then they go and pull a stunt like this. She wasn't sure she could stay with them any longer. She didn't realize she had hugged her companion too hard until he meowed loudly, pulled himself from her arms, and ran under the bed. She could tell by the low growl he was unhappy with her at the moment. "What... Taro, I'm sorry."
Feyre got up from the bed and laid on her belly to look at him eye to eye. Bright eyes shined at her, so she smiled and shown bright eyes back at him. All thanks to that nifty circlet she had acquired recently. He meowed but didn't come close to her. Her smile dropped and she laid her head on her arms. "Taro... I wish you could hug me back. I'm so lonely here." Taro came from under the bed and pushed away a tear with his nose. His growl had changed into a purr. "That's it!!" Feyre exclaimed and scooped the kitty up in her arms. She held him by the scruff of the neck, gently, and beamed at her idea. The magic from the circlet making her eyes shine brightly in the dim room light. "What if I turn you into something that HAS huggable arms?"
Taro, not liking where this was going, tried to get away from her again. She held him by the scruff with one hand and the whistle in the other. "Now Taro.. I know you are going to be cross with me, but I PROMISE....if you give me a chance, I'll think of SOMETHING that both of us will like... Ok. Ok? I love you Taro..don't hate me too much for this." She was about to blow her whistle and then the wine glass caught her eye. It was half full of wine she took to her room and left abandoned on her bedside table. There were a few other's there from a few days ago. She really should take those to the kitchen. She dropped the whistle to her neck and reached for the glass. It smelled ok. She took a small sip. Taro growled. She looked at him apologetically and tipped the wine glass up. She sat it down and grabbed her whistle again. "Taro....I'm SO sorry for this." She blew, and the cat turned into a small black spider. She cringed, scooping it up gently which was not easy. He was using his web to get away from her. Feyre managed to catch him and quickly place him under the wine glass make shift cage. Feyre grabbed the journal from her shelf and started to come up with some ideas.
Day Two:
Feyre looked at her drawings scattered across her bedroom floor. A few were ideas much to large or grand for her current magic, a few were too creepy and scared even her. She looked over at the upside down wine glass where Taro had spun a thick web to hide in. He was not happy with her at all. She would make it up to him though. She pulled a page that stuck out from the others. "I guess I should start with this." It was the plans to build a medium cage to hold her companion in while she tried out her new form ideas. She went to the glass and tapped it gently. "Taro, I'll be back soon. Please don't be mad forever. We will be done before you know it and you will like the new you."
Leaving her room and locking the door behind her, she leaves the Manor. She left a note on the table for the others: "Dear....Manor mates, I have gone in search of some supplies I need. Don't come looking for me. I'll be fine. Stay out of my room. And whatever you do, do NOT let the spider out from under the wine glass. Sincerely, Feyre"
She asked a few towns folk where she might find a wood worker and once she's pointed in the right direction, she heads off. He drove a hard bargain but 5gp later, Feyre had what she needed. It took her three trips to get the heavy wood, bucket of nails, and hammer back to the Manor. She stopped in the kitchen to eat a bit of food and wash her face. She was covered in sweat. After her short break, it took three more trips to get it all up to her room. Feyre checked on Taro. He was still there but under the heavy webbing. She had wanted to let him out, turn him into her favorite form, the weasel, and snuggle him. But she feared he would run off. Not that she couldn't unsummon and summon him back....He was more of a friend to her than a magical summoned spell. At this point she decided to take a quick nap. Feyre didn't wake up until the next day.
Day Three:
Feyre woke up and blinked sleepily. Then she shot straight up in bed, nearly tumbling over the stack of forgotten glasses on her bed side table. "Oh NO! Taro, I'm so sorry. I only meant to sleep a little bit. Skipping breakfast, she got to work putting the cage together. She would need it to keep him contained while she worked. It took her quite a while because she was no good at wood working. And she kept hitting her thumb with the hammer. After nearly half the day was gone, she was finally finished. Feyre stood back and looked at her handy work. It wasn't the best cage she had ever seen, but it would work. Or so she kept telling herself.
She gathered a scrap bit of wood and went over to the wine glass. Carefully scooting the glass across the table top and using the wood to close the opening. She gently sat the contraption inside her wooden cage and latched it close. She sat there, wondering what in the world she was doing and if she should be doing this at all.
Taking her whistle, she blows into it and pictures a cat in her mind. The glass lifts up and now looked like a funny hat for a cat. The webbing was tangled in his whiskers. "Taro, hello friend." she reached out hopefully and tried to pet him with her finger. Taro hissed and scratched it. Fey yelped and put her bleeding finger to her mouth. "Yes, well.. I guess I deserved that. Look.. bare with me a little ok? And don't forget... I love you. And I can summon you or unsummon you...so there's that." she stuck out her tongue at him and blew her whistle again. She was picturing something bigger she could hug, a pig. He morphed into a hawk. This went on the rest of the night. She would picture something and he would morph into another thing. Never what she pictured.
Day Four:
Feyre was parched. Her lips were sore and swollen from blowing into her whistle all night and getting no where. No new forms. She gathered her drawings and notes and went to the kitchen. What was she doing wrong? Surely there was a way to get him to change forms, but how? She thought of asking Karinya but she had just gotten her Find Familiar spell. There's no way she would know. "Maybe a bit of food will help." Occasionally she would see her Manor mates, but she was still slightly miffed at them. They were the real reason Taro should be mad, not Feyre. She was sulking now into her food. After a while studying her notes she went back upstairs. Taro slept in the corner of the cage, he was currently a crab. How ironic, it fit his current mood.
Feyre put some rations in the cage and gently tapped on it. "Taro, wake up. Eat something, it will help." she watched him get up on crabby legs and walk forward. He snapped his claws at her, but ate some of her rations. "Let's try this one, ok." she held up a picture of a small winged monkey. It was something that could hug her back, and carry things in its hands. And it could also fly, like some of the other forms. The feet of the monkey could grasp like hands, so she was confident he could ride on her shoulder, and the long slender tail could wrap around her upper arm for stability. "Or more like around my neck after this little experiment" she chuckled to herself outloud. She practiced several hours, still nothing. At some point in the day, she gave each of the Manor Mates 5gp to settle any frustrations they had with her whistle. Feyre gave up, weasel Taro sulked in his cage, and she went to bed. Feyre cried herself to sleep.
Day Five:
She slept in, mentally exhausted. What she needed to do was hold her friend, but she worried letting him out. She pulled herself out of bed and dragged her body to the cage. Sitting in front of it she tried to give him her best smile. Her eyes lit up thanks to the curse of the circlet. Taro chittered his teeth at her. "Come now friend, still mad at me?" He poked his nose through the small gaps of the cage. She hesitantly reached over to pet him. He allowed her. "Not as mad as before I see." she was glad, so glad. They practiced for most of the day and well past lunch time. Each time, something from her vision would manifest. He would have the arms and hands from the monkey, but a crap body. He would be a cat but with wings. For a moment she sat there and wondered about just keeping that form. She liked it. And he seemed to as well when he lifted himself as high as the short cage would allow. She blew again. This time it was a monstrocity. An octopus with monkey hands, cat whiskers, and spider eyes. Feyre screamed and ran out of her room, down the stairs and out of the Manor. She stopped and caught her breath. "No no no no no... no, Anything but that." She ended up wretching and decided she needed a break at the tavern.
Feyre made her way there, trying desperatly to get that picture out of her head. "I need a drink please..Something strong." The barkeep told her that it would be 2sp, she reached in her pouch, grabbed two coins and slammed them on the table. He handed her the drink then stared open mouthed at what she placed down. She was too busy downing her drink to realize she gave him 2gp. He pocketed the money fast. She hit the mug on the tabletop and asked for another. He was curious if she would do it for a second time. And to his surprise, she did. "That will be two more silver pieces please." Feyre reached in and handed him two more gold pieces. He scooped them up quickly and handed her another drink. She downs it a little slower than the last. Feyre couldn't go back to the Manor, to that...that thing.. She needed a break. She asked for a room and paid, the barkeep just shook his head and laughed. He told her 5cp and she just hands him 1gp, grabs the key and goes to her room.
She laid in bed, and blew the whistle for the final time that night. She unsummoned Taro and the form that shall not be spoken of again.
Day Six:
Feyre is sitting in front of her cage again, she blows the whistle. Taro kitty appears before her in the cage. She points to the treats she left for him and he sniffs. Then eats them. "Taro, I'm so sorry to put you through this. I...I think we should stop. I don't think I can do this." As if to say it was ok, he pokes his paw gently out of the cage slat and meows at her. She reaches out and he places his paw in her hand. Feyre closes her hand gently around it and cries. "Oh Taro, if you are sure." She pulls him out, and he doesn't run away. He allows her to snuggle him for a while and then hops down and walks willingly into the cage. "Maybe....Maybe this is going to work. You are willingly letting me do this instead of me forcing you. Oh Taro!" she cried happily and closed the cage. A few hours later and they almost had what she envisioned. It was a flying monkey, but it had the head of a hawk and the tail of a cat. She blew her whistle one more time and he was a weasel. Feyre let him out of the cage and he slept in her arms that night.
Day Seven:
"Today Taro! We can do this. There's something about today... I just know it!" She sat him on top of the cage this time. She blew her whistle. He morphed into a lizard with a monkey tail and monkey feet. She bit her lip. Blew again. Taro now had the body of a rat, the head of a monkey, and the tail of a snake. It made weird monkey noises at her, but didn't look mad. It was almost as if he was urging her to try one more time. Feyre reached out, took one of his tiny rat paws in her hand, closed her eyes and blew. She could feel him change again, but dared not look. It wasn't until she felt the wind from his wings and the excited monkey sounds that she opened her eyes and stared. It worked.. IT WORKED! "Taro! You.....We.....We DID IT!" she jumped up and down in the air while he flew around the room. "I can't believe that it worked!" She held out her arms wide to him and he flew into them. He wrapped his little monkey arms around her neck, his little monkey legs around her waist, and his little monkey tail around her arm. Feyre hugged Taro, and for the first time ever.....Taro could hug Feyre back.
Confusion in a poem, or trying to figure out your dreams.
Feyre wakes with a start. Something that doesn't seem too unfamilar to her as of late. Why can't her dreams ever give her something good. A basket full of kittens, a moment of riches, a nice romp with a handsome guy in the grass. No, tonight she dreamed about poetry. It was pretty sure, but it seemed to her like it was more than just rhyming words. Maybe it meant something more. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
She dresses early that morning and scribbles what she remembered of the poem down on a spare bit of parchment. No one is up yet so she eats a quiet meal and studies her work.
"Obsession consumes her absent heart......
Which lay in pieces four........
Envy poisons every other part.....
Any yearns for something more......"
She thinks as she chews. "Is that (the name of the lady with the ghost daughter, i dont remember her name)" Fey thinks out loud. "Her obsession certainly tainted alot of what we have been going through these last few days."
"First thor mourning mother....Yes.... yes that has to be her." she chews more of her food and looks at the other clues she wrote down. "I hope that I wrote this down right."
"Every breath she will ever make.....
Is a wish for Lord Stahd's love....
Four Obsessions now seek to take....
Box, Mirror, Comb, and Glove....."
"Wait... that box we found. is that the box in the poem?" She closes her eyes and tries to recall the dream once more to compare with what she wrote.
"First the mourning mother.....
Next, the ghostly son.....
Third, comes a man both dog and bird....
And last, the greediest one....."
She got a sense of unease at that last line.
"With their success, she prevails....
So stop them if you can....
Though now she only cries and wails....
Soon, her joy might undo the land....."
"Her? Is it the same her we took care of or someone else...?" She finishes up her food and cleans up. Her plan is to make her way around the village and maybe find some answers. If she can't today, she will try over the next few days to gather what other clues or information she can find. Even if it might be rumors, it could be something to go on.
Feyre ventures back to the Haunted House in Orasnou
Feyre reaches her hand for the doorknob that will grant her entry into her new room. She sighs heavily and looks around. This wasn't her home. She barely knew these people. This felt, strange. She could feel the anxiety bubbling in her belly even now. She felt so anxious and scared these last few days. Sure, ever since what happened when she was a child had occurred and then later as she was older... but she got over that, mostly. Lately, she just felt on edge. Always scared. Rupta! It was her; her touch was what triggered the memories, brought up horrible feelings of the past. And then there was this town, this house even. They had barely been in the house a moment when there were already ghosts, strange noises and temperature drops. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her body. Taro darted from under her cloak and pushed his head against her chin, chittering softly to her. He always did help her, no matter what form he took. Her guardian. Her friend. She sat on the bed with him and coughed as a cloud of dust wafted from its unused covers. "Yuck... I'm going to have to wash these." She sat Taro down and began to unpack. Most of her belongings she put in the chest that was at the foot of her bed. Her clothing, what little she carried, was placed into the bureau on the left side of her room. Her books and journal she placed on the bookshelf at the right of the room. For a few moments Feyre lingered over the stone tables with runes that stood on either side of her bed. She would have to ask Rupta what they meant, if she could work up the nerve to let the lizard woman into her room. Truthfully, she was scared to be in such a big room alone now. She had wanted to be alone, now she was eating her words. She returned to the chest and pulled out a set of matching elf ears. "They arn't my favorites but they will have to do for now." she replaced the half set she now wore with the new ones. Checking to make sure that all of the coin, rations, and some waters were in her pack, Feyre made her way out of the Manor and on her way to 'The House' to gather supplies the group could use.
Feyre meets up with Ian and the pair work over the next several days to transport anything they think the group would want or need from the 'House' to the Manor. She was nervous that it was just the two of them, but the gnome seemed strong and capable. They talked a little about various things on the trips between the two houses. Once they made it to the Haunted House however, they spoke in quieter tones. There were still things that lurked within, and they didn't know what might have decided to enter since. The first day the pair was unsuccessful at gathering anything of use. The ghouls and zombie the group decided to avoid had somehow made their way out of the room and were roaming the halls. The pair put them down easily and decided to rest up for tomorrow.
The remainder of the week they were able to acquire items. Before they took the 'House' level by level, they did a quick sweep to make sure nothing else but them walked the halls. This allowed them to sweep one level at the same time, but each taking separate parts of the level. They would meet up once in a while when Ian yelled for her help to load a heavy object into Des's Bag of holding or the cart, or when Feyre yelled out because she saw a spider. This caused Ian to run into the room with a lit stick of dynamite once. He had just enough time to put it out before it exploded and killed them both. On that day, he didn't talk to Feyre again until they stopped for lunch.
Once when Feyre was on her own searching, she came across a hole in the wall. She recognized it as a rat hole. "Arn't rats known as pack rats?" she asked Taro. She placed her hands on the wall and leaned her ear against it to listen. Taro chittered and she ssshhhed him. Hearing nothing, she knocked softly on the wall and listened again. Again nothing. "Hmm Taro, I guess nobody is home." she giggled softly, something foreign for her lately, and with a swift kick, kicked at the rotted boards. Getting down on her knees she pried more of the boards away. Feyre cast Mage Hand and used it to scoop things out from the nest. She spent a while going through all she could pull out. Most of it was useless, stuffing from furniture, rat droppings, moldy food. The whole thing smelled disgusting, and it stung her eyes. But she knew the tame rats and weasels in her village liked to hide things. She hoped these rats did the same.
That day, she took a long hot bath. She washed her clothing in some perfumes she had from her disguise kit. After the group gathered for a meal, Feyre and Ian showed them what they had brought back from the 'House'.
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