The Party

Gwyddion Mac Llyr

The Mac Llyr clan were wanderers—true feybloods cut off from the Feywild when the great rift sealed it shut. They clung to customs, music, and rituals like lifelines, living on the edges of cities and courts, never truly welcome. Think colorfully patched tents just outside the “civilized” walls, storytelling under threadbare stars, a fire always smoldering, never roaring.

His mother told fortunes (mostly lies), his uncle fenced stolen goods, and his older siblings ran scams that ranged from clever to pathetic. Gwyddion grew up hungry: for food, respect, and a place he didn't have to leave at dawn.

He learned thieving as necessity, not art—though he made it one. He had fingers like whispers and feet like smoke. Eventually, he ran jobs alone. Cleaner that way. Safer. Or so he thought.

The Triarchy set Gwyddion up with a job in Nidoras to swipe an "innocent" ledger from a boarded-up apothecary owned (but not operated) by Lady Morgan of Bayleth - just family accounts, the contact said. He slipped in, snagged the humming leather book, and left it at the dead drop. No pay came. Two days later, a rough sketch of him was trading hands in every tavern alley and the contact disappeared. They may not know his name, but they knew his face. He left Nidoras behind to lay low until it blows over. In search of work and safety, Gwyddion has made his way to a new town...

Roisin Aine

Roisin Aine grew up in a swampy little town called Willowby, located in Drowned Lands, along side her Tabaxi mother Aisling.

30 years ago while Aisling was pregnant with Roisin; their town was capture and enslaved by a demonic cult. The town and people alike were almost ruined, killed or enslaved - if not for Roisin's fathers Eamon, sacrifice. Seeking helping and to keep his love ones safe, he begged and prayed for any god - or devil to help and someone did, Zariel.

But as always there is a price to any bargain with a Arch Devil. A price that must be paid; the price - to become a devil, and while Roisin's father happily paid that price. Roisin also paid that price within Aisling's belly - in becoming a tiefling. Roisin's father waylaid to the cult that had captured the town, destroying their defences and rid the town of their existences. Roisin's father vanished not long after he had completed his task.

Heartbroken, Aisling hid the fact that Roisin was now a half Tabaxi half Tiefling bloodline, deeming her horns (her only tiefling feature along side her abilities) to be a birth deformity, as the truth was too painful for her to acknowledge.

Up until recently Roisin believed her mothers lie about her horns, until Roisin met other Tieflings. Seeing their horns and their abilities Roisin confronted her mother, and left town; shocked, angry and in need of answers. She also had one strong thought that is branded across her mind - To free her father of his bargain and to bring him home

Freydis

One look at Freydis lets you know not to mess with her: her athletic build and imposing size of 5'10" are an intimidatig sight to behold, even without considering the greatsword she carries on her back. Pale amber eyes seem to be glowing under the shadow of the wolf skull she wears on her head and her black face paint. Long hair partly braided, partly loose is flowing down to the middle of her back in the colours of a light grey wolf pelt, mostly white with grey and black strands through it. She wears a dark brown bodice over a forest green tunic with a pair of black pants and calf high sturdy leather boots.

She grew up under the care and guidance of her parents in a small druid circle hidden deeply in the Aelwald forest. Her mother's wisdom as the headdruid of the circle and her father's strength as a ranger were her guidelines, which taught her that each member of the community has the responsibility to contribute as much as they can to the happiness and continued thriving of the circle. The stength she showed from an early age led her to be a guardian of her woodland home. Together with her best friend she defended the edges of their sacred woodland home from the lumberjacks coming from the nearby town.

Recently the lumberjacks have been venturing deeper and deeper into the Aelwald forest to gather more and more wood, which put a ever growing real threat to her home, people and way of life. While patroling the borders of her home, she found a notice in an abandoned luberjack camp from the governor of Ross, who wants to assemble a group of people from all walks of life and all around the Golden Coast to help him solve issues in the region and make it a better place for everyone. She decided to take this opportunity to see her homeland protected against the ever-encroaching cities and towns and started her journey..

Mac Llyr Clan

The Mac Llyr clan roams around the coast, but frequently returns to Nidoras - where they've been encamped for the past five years.

Lady Aledaleon

Lady Aladeleon is the mother of Gwyddion and Astor. She serves as a fortune teller (mostly lies) to travellers. She can be found cooking for other members of the camp, stews, soups, and sweet treats for all.

Astor Mac Llyr

Gwyddion's brother, an entertainer, and reveller. Gwyddion always been better than this family member at pranking. Astor grew jealous and abandoned Gwyddion, so that they could return and best me one day.

Uncle Ewythr Mac Llyr

A fence and smuggler of ill-repute.

"Folks, I may or may not have stepped on some toes in the city, but not to worry, it's all bein' ironed out"

Those words would announce nothing but trouble for the Mac Llyrs in the coming years. It was Ewythr that would get Aramis the Rat King's attention and entwine them with the Triarchy.

Cogwyr Mac Llyr

Ewythr's daugher and Gwyddion's cousin. She's pretty sarcastic, often having biting remarks regarding her father's antics, but is a kleptomaniac so a good amount of his goods were provided by her.

The Fey

Granny Ealswyth

Despite her horrific appearance this ancient hag is good-natured and is like a caring grandmother to the community. The camp looks and feels like the feywild thanks to her magic and influence, but only as long as she is there. Because of this she only leaves when the entire camp moves to a new location. She enjoys sitting around the fire and telling tales from long lost ages and their forgotten homeland to the children in the camp.

Gullie and Gowrie

The redcap twins: the twin redcaps Gullie and Gowrie are under no circumstance allowed to leave the camp, tho they often try and sometimes succeed. What they consider harmless pranks are serious issues for a city and outright disasters for a small town. Granny Ealswyth keeps a close eye on them as often as she can.

Lyndhe

Lyndhe 150y/o dryad. This dryad's tree was cut down a century ago, meaning she would perish if she didn't return to the feywild (which had become impossible when the connection was lost centuries before) Granny Ealswyth took her in and with the magic maintaining the feywild nature of the camp, Lyndhe too can survive. She often enjoys sitting around the campfire hearing stories of those who can leave the campsite. Afterwise she paints beautiful paintings of places she'll never visit and people she'll never meet.

Buttercup

Buttercup: 42 y/o satyr. Buttercup is more often than not on the road, travelling far and wide. However at least once a year he returns to camp for the Yuletide bringing gifts and tales from all corners of the world.

Triarchy

Angela Hawthorne

Angela Hawthorne would be your criminal contact in Nidoras

When she's not in the "Old nightingale" she can be found in the "Bilgerat Inn" as it's specifically adapted to suit customers from smaller races. she's a high ranking member under Aramis and is the one who gathers information and decides what that information is worth.