Lord of Darken Fel
From Changeling Venue
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- Name: Unknown
- Titles: The Lord of Darken Fel, the Sailor of the Thousand Seas
Appearance
His eyes were like the sea and like the sky, which is to say they changed colour with his mood and were always cold.
When he was angry, they could become as grey as the winter wind. He was never hasty with his anger. Rather he grew quiet and cruel.
When he was bright and happy, and his plans went well, his eyes would become a glorious blue, as bright as a peacock's feather. His step would become as light as the wind and he would move rather like he was dancing.
When he was contemplative, and his mind turned to cunning things, his eyes took on that odd blue-grey hue that is normally seen in Damascus steel. He was as sharp as a blade, and his mind took great delight in cutting apart the world, until he could reforge it as he liked.
Yet, for all this, there were the quiet days, when the Lord was at peace, and his eyes softened to a twilight blue.
He was the Lord of Darken Fel. He was fair. He was handsome, and he was as entrancing as the sea, and like the sea he was cold and he was cruel. But he was handsome.
Personality
Abuses
The Lord of Darken Fel does not punish for no reason. Neither is he mindlessly sadistic. Simply, he sees the world around him as existing for him to shape. If it suits his purpose to flay a hound, or rend the wind asunder, then so it shall be. Everything he creates has a function - whether it be beauty, or service - and everything shall fulfill its function.
Practices
"Tomorrow, my darling," he said to the ship, "we shall find my Lady a new treasure..."
"What to bring her?" he said, his eyes fixed on the skyline. "Perhaps a songbird?"
He shook his head.
"No," he said. "She has one of those already. I brought it to her when the Grey Lands were still thick with smoke and the little woman in black was on the coins. I heard its voice - its beautiful voice - in a cottage by a forest, and lured it out with a trail of golden crumbs."
He sighed, not without nostalgia.
"It was not so beautiful in person," he confided to the ship. "It had blotchy skin, and mousy hair. But its voice was superb, and when I had replaced the dull bits with crimson feathers, it looked divine.
"It sings still in my Lady's house. I fear its songs are fading. They used to be such beautiful sad songs. Now it just trills mindlessly. I will have to get a new songbird, but I think not today."
"I cannot get her flowers either," he said. "I've brought her those three times before, and they all just die from the cold up there. Even the singing orchid which I shaped from the singer and the flowers in her dressing room didn't last long, although my Lady loved it whilst it lived."
"Perhaps a mirror? No. I've done that before as well. I found a girl who loved her mirror too well, and placed her within in, so that whenever my Lady looked in the mirror, a beautiful face would gaze back at her.
"The lovers carved in ice were a triumph, and I believe they still stand there.
"I have brought her a lantern. I brought her that lovely little light, made from the frost on a child's bedroom window, and lit by the child and the light he kept with him. He had always been afraid of the dark and so had always kept a light with him. There was something piquant about that."
Tactics
Changelings
They are not individuals to the Lord, and their thoughts and feelings are of no consequence to him. He may show a semblance of kindness on occasion, or maybe seem angered, but this emotion very rarely runs deep. He does not waste time with deliberate emotional or mental abuse. He rarely notices the thoughts and feelings of his charges enough to bother. Rather they are all raw material for him to make something new for.
Environment
The Lord of Darken Fel is not tied to any one place. Rather he travels, both by air and sea, in Arcadia and in the Hedge, sometimes venturing even further. He touches the places he passes lightly, simply taking what he wishes in passing.
Gentry
Amongst the Gentry he is not not yet as great or as powerful as he would like. For many years he has been the paramour and knight errant of the Lady Spindlefingers, whose power is far greater, and whose cruelty infinitely more subtle.
Durance
Experiences
His servitors will often lose any sense of themselves. They are not given the capacity to interact, or to stay human in any meaningful sense, and so their connection to their own emotions will almost always be damaged. Either that, or they will be driven irrevocably insane by the complete mental and emotional isolation that he carelessly heaps on them.
Memories
The sky and the sea, a world of beauty all around. It would be easy to almost believe that to be kidnapped by him was no terrible thing, until you remember the horrible pain when he flayed your skin, and the sweet voiced sea shanty he sung as he did so.
Escapees
Servitors
Gifts
Rumors
OOC Considerations
Inspirations
- Francis Drake - the real Francis Drake - who made his money from the slave trade, and from bloody and deadly piracy.
Contact
For more information, please email Jeremiah Poppenbeck.
Categories: Gentry | NPC
