Stilts the Fey

Have you ever wondered how the Feywild got into Shar? Well, the story is a tale of gruesome blood baths, double-crossing, backstabbing, love, and a little bit of tears.

By the way, the name is Stilts. An arch-fey from the furthest corner of the fey-wilds. My day job included tricking people into giving up their wealth, gold, and souls. A basic everyday job of any fey that was bored out of their minds. One of my greatest enjoyments of the world was reading about adventurers going out and developing their skills. I always loved how the heroes would come in and save the day at the last minute. It would bring tears to my eyes reading how a pair of long lost lovers were finally reunited. However, stories get old when the stories aren't to my liking.

So the moment I heard about this new fancy place called Shar, I knew that I had found my new spark. Some of the rumors I heard were that a group of "powerful" demons held it under lock and key, but that wasn't going to stop me from snooping my nose around the place. A few fey creatures had heard stories about Shar that increased my interest twice fold. Heroes fighting dragons? Mind flayers being killed? Demons? Angels? This whole new plane brought a new fire to my cold heart.

So when a few imps acquired a number of juicy books from a powerful dragon, wellllll I had to get my hands on them. It was hard. Very hard. I had to pull a few strings. Convince a devil that his master was missing, and get him to play a few games with me. Devils, especially weak ones, are such easy beings to get things from. So when I was able to get a juicy book, my access to Shar was ensured.

The book was hard to understand. I thought I was smart, but the complexities of the world were hard for even me to understand. It took a few months before I finally understood the way into the place. The pathways were easy to follow after finding them with the book and at the cost of countless souls, I ended up in Shar. The book is basically useless now, so it's locked up in my personal vault that I have in the backrooms of my home. My magic was affected to a cosmological degree. I feel that my arch-fey abilities are gone, but that I have gained something a little more interesting. I can cause magical anomalies with a simple thought.

What am I doing now? Well, I am going about looking for a few groups of adventurers to play a few games with. These people are interesting and I do enjoy making a few long term plans. I am not interested in helping any of my fey family members. I am only interested in spreading my influence. I can't wait to make the deal of a lifetime.