Felome

Played by Rin Garnett

Backstory

Felome sat at the kitchen table and tried to remember her parents’ names. They currently walked the house with a cleric, trying to piece together what may have happened. Felome recalled too little to be of help.
She woke up in their backyard some twenty minutes ago. Her father prodded her awake with a pitchfork, so startled by the sudden appearance of a limp body. Even after he recognized his daughter, he was still suspicious. She’d disappeared without a trace years ago.
How many years, Felome still wasn’t sure of. She had a brother now, which she didn’t before. Sorobar was perhaps ten years of age, still young but quickly approaching adulthood by half-orc standards. He sat beside her and stared.
“What’s wrong with your hair?” he asked.
Felome grabbed a lock and pulled it in front of her face. It seemed like normal hair to her, until she realized her parents and brother all had black hair. Hers was a pale pink.
“I don’t–” she began before Soro reached over and pulled on her lower lip to inspect her tusks. While his were still nubs, hers were their full adult length.
“Huh, they look real…” he muttered.
“Uh cuss dey ahh,” Felome attempted to speak, then pushed her brother’s hand away. “Why wouldn’t they be real?”
He grabbed her arm this time and squished her bicep with his fingers. She flexed, guessing at what he might want her to do. A faint memory crossed her mind of wrestling someone, bare feet sinking into the hot sand until it turned cold as a cheering audience surrounded them.
“Dad! She’s got muscles like you!” And like that the memory was gone. The sound of the crowd and the face of her opponent washed from her mind.
“Soro, remember our talk about boundaries,” their dad said. Korem, Felome thought his name was.
The cleric looked at her and scratched his beard. He was an older human with gray mixed into his brown hair. He took a seat at the table. “I am Adar,” he said. “A cleric of Pelor. May I have your name?”
“No, but you may call me Felome,” she answered. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“That was a very fey response. People in this plane don’t worry about someone else taking their name.” He turned back to her parents. “I believe everything she’s said has been true.”
She frowned. “Why would I lie about this?”
“Fey creatures have been known to do awful things,” he answered. “But you aren’t a fey creature, and the traces of conjuration magic suggest the sort of magic that might teleport someone from the Feywild to here.”
“Korem, dear?” Felome’s mother said. “Do you remember that wizard we hired to find Felome when she disappeared? The one you said was ‘off his rocker’ when he said she was taken to another plane?”
Korem shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, but… Olimur–” (that was her name!) “–you have to admit it sounds crazy. A portal suddenly opened, swallowed her up, then vanished?”
“Stranger things have happened in Arcavios,” Adar said.
“Why don’t I remember anything?” Felome asked. She’d brought three items back with her, but could explain none of them. One was a silvered pinecone, now sitting upon the table; another was an amulet bearing the phases of the moon, currently around her neck; and the last was a pair of interlocked rings carved from a yew tree.
She was most protective of the rings. They sat in her pocket and she refused to let anyone touch them. She just didn’t know why.
Adar gave her a pitying look. “I don’t know. It could be temporary, from a trauma or the plane shift. It could also be intentional, such as from whomever sent you back. The fey can be inexplicably cruel.”
“No, I don’t believe that.” She stood from the table and stalked across the kitchen. She shut her eyes and tried to recall anything that might give her a hint.
Sickly-sweet flowers rode the breeze around her. Pixies laughed as they raced each other through tangled branches. Someone called her name and she spun around, brushing the hair from her face. A person came running toward her. They were–
And the memory melted like a caught snowflake. She rested her forehead against the wall and fought back the urge to cry. Or hit something. She’d settle for either.
“So now what?” Soro broke the silence to ask.
“I have to go back,” Felome answered. No matter what it took, she had to know what happened to her.

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Strixhaven Case Study: KJ9489R

Date of entry: Prahz 4464 N.A. 
Date of resolution: Study ongoing.

Subject Demographics

Age: Approximately 26
Race: Half-orc
Sex/Gender: Female/Female
Plane of Origin: Arcavios

Cause of Study

Subject reports inability to be teleported. This includes same-plane teleportation such as with Thunder Step and inter-planar teleportation as with Plane Shift.

Referred to the University by a wizard and University associate who confirmed the teleportation deficiency and lack of any removable or detectable curse.

Additional Symptoms

A form of dissociative amnesia wherein the subject can’t recall any events between the approximate ages of 6 and 19. Subject claims this time was spent in the Feywild, which would explain their fluency in Sylvan.

Entry to the Feywild is theorized to be the result of a random confluence of magical energy creating a spontaneous and short-lived portal. The return from the Feywild is hypothesized to be forceful, resulting in both the dissociative amnesia and teleportation deficiency.

Race

Half-orc

Pronouns

She/her

Class

Cleric, Twilight Domain

Deity

Unknown, appears as a gray rabbit

Birthdate

Unknown (age approx. 28)

Height

6'3"

Affiliation with Strixhaven

Member of the Dragonsguard
Subject of study at Quandrix

Length of Affiliation

4464-present

Occupation History

4457-4464 Adventurer/Mercenary
4455-4457 Stonemason