Fey
The Feywild, a realm mirrored yet twisted from the Prime, shimmers with an impossible vibrancy. Here, nature dances to whims instead of seasons, and creatures of boundless imagination flit through landscapes that morph and bloom on a whim. These are the Feyfolk, beings spun from starlight and whispers, their connections as diverse as the dewdrops on spiderwebs.
Echoes of Prime, Threads of Faerie: While the Feywild bears twisted resemblances to the Prime, the Feyfolk themselves are a different melody. Some resemble woodland creatures, others embody emotions raw and potent, while still more appear as living constellations or playful wisps of wind. Yet, despite their boundless forms, one common thread binds them: an inherent connection to the Feywild's vibrant energy, granting them supernatural abilities that dance on the edge of logic.
Sylvan Tongue: A Melody of Secrets: Sylvan, the language of the Feywild, rings with hidden meanings and lilting rhymes. To an untrained ear, it's a babbling brook, but to those attuned to its magic, it's a symphony of secrets and desires, weaving spells with each whisper. Feyfolk utilize Sylvan not just for communication, but to shape the very fabric of the Feywild, coaxing flowers to bloom and storms to swirl just by speaking their desires.
The Tapestry of Feykind: As diverse as the constellations themselves, the Feyfolk defy easy classification. Some, like the spritely Spriggans and mischievous Pucklings, thrive in playful mischief, while others, like the majestic Seelie Court and the shadowy Unseelie, hold sway over vast domains within the Feywild. Yet, even within these broad categories, individuality reigns supreme. A dryad named Oakwhisper might guard a silent grove, while her kin, Willowwind, might dance along whispering rivers.