Go forth and make me regret this!
The problem is aesthetics: a condemned soul needs a fresh coat of paint before she could think of passing it along. By the time she’s done, there aren’t many original parts left.
At all times, his feast is beginning, ongoing, and ending. Invitations are traded around as rare treasures, among the fey.
Pretty sure this won’t come back to bite ANYONE.
Woe to the one who lies..
They gather all sorts of odds and ends in their travels, trading them to mortals in exchange for feeding the leeches a sip of your blood. You could even pay for passage...
Maybe your PCs didn’t mean to go there, but it found them after they got last in a primeval forest.
I’ll come up with original suggestions as well, but #themagnusarchives 171 has horrible, magical (?) flowers that are perfect here.
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Loqui, the Golden Songbird
The Ever-Growing Foundation Stone (aka Daern’s Eventual Fortress)
The Seven Ruby Seeds
The Lhyragyth Manuscript (a magic book to make your spells stronger against fey, especially Seelie fey)
Brigid would be freed if she were released from even one of her many oaths - but she can’t bring herself to request that freedom.
People who are satisfied in their lives can’t understand why someone would go before Mother Merciless and seek her blessing. You have to be starving first - for food, justice, or other things.
These might be Excrucians from Nobilis, or they might have unusual names like He Whose Touch Rends the Word. (@lostshaman1, @standsinthefire)
She speaks most of all to people too passionate about their art for their own good; her bargains are the perilous compromises they make.
More than a few come here to burn away memory and get something, anything, in return.
One of the Eldest will return long before the rest and be slain. That spirit will be shaped into a weapon, and its name shall be What-Thou-Must.
Graelian's Guard, plate armor with a lion motif; grants a pounce attack
Crowfeather, a black-enameled buckler shield; lets you glide short distances
Lance of the Airy Gate, a mithral lance forged only to storm the Unseelie Queen's bastion
Captain Jutic’s War Helm - Jutic, a rare satyr who fights in the war between the Courts, had a helm made to hold his pan flute by his mouth. He needs hands to play it, but doesn’t have to stow it when it’s time to fight.
Which is no doubt how she met the true thief.
He is Hygelac, the Thief of Five Fates (for whom the Eldritch Invocation is named). All he has left is a need to evade retribution.
It is a place outside, where hidden connections between disparate things become visible, granting the Archfey much of the secret understanding that lets them manipulate mortals so thoroughly.
These flaws may be deliberate.
A bargain might be possible: one or more keys, in exchange for becoming an Archfey.
Firstly, dryads, naiads, and pixies give the land a superabundance of fertility.
Secondly, the Archfey do away with what would make the land less alluring to mortals.
A cruel or greedy fey knight or lord often leads to blighted land. Many symbolic things of the Material Plane become actual in the Feywild.
There are only a few places where growth and plenty are year-round - most of them traps for the unwary.
She never leaves her quarters, but sometimes she allows visitors or passengers inside, where she is swathed from head to toe in silk.
It *is* the only ship that can find the Island of Ang-Yr-Ban.
The Winterheart Falcon was the companion of six of the greatest rangers in all of elven, human, and fey history. He hopes to learn the ways of orcs next.
He returns these wishes to the lotus-blossom with the tip of his tongue, so that the lotus can remember its first blossoming in distant shores.
Possession (of a memory) is nine points of the law.
Do you want to teleport to a distant continent, or into the lich’s lair? Buy your way in! It probably won’t cost your WHOLE childhood.
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Tamizand the Haberdasher, a balding goblin with a wide variety of solutions
Huqul the Masker, a fomorian who trades in names and faces
Akbe the Weaver, an elf who sells fey-woven cloth and tailored clothing
Itirri the Knife, a redcap who sells the best meat in the Market. This is fine.
Bone-chewer, a redcap scrimshander. Also fine.
Bitterling, a korred brewer. He works for the Good Fellow & gives away half his product. Zero cause for concern.
Who is the Wild Hunter that follows it, and how does their hound know your uncle’s scent?
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Sometimes they allow virtuous knights, uncorrupted by self-aggrandizement, to serve them.
The greatest knights serve *alongside.*
The behavior of your companions, if any, matters almost more - it tells the unicorn what you tolerate, and what you speak out against.
A wizard, warlock, or rogue could be a knight if they possessed the proper presence, dignity, and courage. These traits seldom accompany humility, so unicorns are discerning.
Year-round, it is one of the only sanctuaries that the Lord of the Hunt dares not violate.
Oro-Sethna is a female unicorn and a solitary Knave, traveling the Material Plane as a common mare or a milkmaid. What she has learned is that humanoid life is more complicated than the herds realize.
Who am I, Talessua wonders, now that the jeweler is dead?
The old man died. Ati is neither dead, nor ghostly, nor living.
It's a high-stakes game of manners.
One way or another, you're staying for dinner.
Its taste reminds you of the first time you met someone who is drinking it with you.
Which means he has travelers over a barrel to negotiate a new Pact.
Good wine, beer, or mead, choice cuts of meat, fine furs, or new hunting hounds win great favor with him.
Overall, though, he’s a classic horror-motel premise.
It's a bad cop, good cop con.
Mirrors also induce deep self-examination, which they like much less.
It’s a golden opportunity for a mid-dungeon social encounter.
Famous duelists favor theatrical, named attacks and fighting styles.
(Get fighters in on the fun, is what I’m saying.)
If paid with the heart of a dragon, she can teach the Blossoming Steel. 1/long rest, expend 1 CS die to convert a weapon attack hit to a crit.
If you have a supernatural gift from the Thornweaver, they’ll teach you the Perilous Plunge.
The fey who fight him take years to recover from their wounds.
Convincing him to teach his methods requires a reputation for wanton cruelty.
It grants advantage on Str (Athletics) checks to grapple or shove a creature whose hit points are less than half its maximum. On a success, the target takes damage equal to your Str modifier (min 1).
She keeps the Good Fellow's people in line as much she fights the Unseelie.
In exchange for punishing an oath-breaker that is beyond her reach, she teaches the Sword of the Harvest: a creature that succeeds a save against her Nature's Wrath takes +1d6 radiant damage from her attacks for 1 min.
A fey’s personal quarters almost always have valuables hidden there.
Mirror-Shunt
1st-level conjuration
Store an item in an area’s mirror-space, or retrieve an item from an area’s mirror space. Starts at Tiny object, scales up with spell level.
Unless someone bargains on his behalf to end his service early...
(Shattered Isles formed my ideas here.)
One such is Tylith, Lady of Deathly Stillness. As mistress of the doldrums that befall the westerly seas. She demands sacrifices of treasure before she permits the sylphs to do their work.
He is as greedy and heedlessly cruel a fey lord as any who have ever existed, bargaining to give back what he has stolen.
She has become a part of her throne, encrusted with barnacles, in a darkness no light can banish. Her strange song offers powerful mysteries to those who seek her out.
His knightly estate is a sunken warship, swarming with stingrays. Their dance can maze a watcher’s wits.
The Sea Hag regards its beauty and danger as a natural expression of the concept of fey glamour. If she brings you here, she means you to die in beauty.
But nothing pleases her like arranging a doomed romance between land and sea...
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Follow a fey beast’s tracks to pass fully into the Feywild.
Many of them, such as the bronze-antlered stag Oriolatë, can speak Common and Sylvan, and perform modest feats of magic.
If you would win her favor, know that she delights in the taste of the Night Collector's tiniest spies.
Then there's Ban-Kiesal, who got assigned to help a bored scribe, and learned to draw in the margins.
Now they leave artwork on the walls wherever they go.
It means there's a shrine to the Good Fellow nearby. Pay up to rest safely.
I can recommend mistletoe cut with a copper dragon’s talon, the hearts of unkind hosts, or coins scammed from con men. If the debt is too great, pay him with tears of laughter, but only once per customer.
If you're lucky, you wake up with your facial features changed into a caricature of your normal appearance. It lasts for a turn of the moon.
This means getting randomly targeted with Tasha's Hideous Laughter 1-3 times a day. Most likely when it's embarrassing or could wreck an NPC relationship.
Crossroads, circles of mushrooms, a garden gate if the garden is kept just so, passing through two trees grown together...
But the Archfey know how bad this is, and repair makes a great quest.
When you pass through, roll 1d6.
1. For 24 hrs, your mind is replaced with your self from a year and a day earlier.
2. For 24 hrs, you must pass a DC 12 Wis save to enter a dark area. (fear effect)
3. As 2, but entering an area of bright light.
4. The Lord of the Hunt learns your name.
5-6. No change.
It can redirect travel from either side, though the Unseelie can leave Azzagrat unimpeded.
The patron wants them to be the one to corrupt and redirect it. Since it's currently giving power to the Unseelie, maybe it feels less morally fraught than some orders.
I'm sure it's fine.
In Hell's camp, Rahamlikut is an uncommonly clever, diplomatic cornugon, with close ties to Titivilus himself.
The fey are in a tight spot.
They face internal divisions of Seelie against Unseelie. Alcuin and Qivin know they could receive orders to undermine the other at any time. The cornugon could be overthrown by his subordinates, but Titivilus would punish mutiny.
These fey can't claim warlocks - they *aren't* Archfey - and have no practical use for souls. So they trade for memories, or things mortals DO value - like firstborn.
A fey or devil who reveals the truth to a mortal is likely to be recalled to their court for severe punishment.
It’s quite another if it wasn’t there this morning, and might be gone again by dawn.
You might as well make a wish, right?
Threaten them, and you’ll see how much more they can take.
I can't recommend the scones; they're a bit dry. Nice lavender, though.
Your desires are fine guest-gifts.
You're probably not the only long-term guest - think of who else you might meet.
He had a name once, and wished for it to be known far and wide.
He wished to rule a kingdom, and no longer remembers his home.
Finding himself in an unfamiliar village green... he climbed into the well.
One day, he wished to leave.
His mother’s sword
An uncanny knack for any game of cards
The friendship of the Yew Lord
The enmity and spite of the Seelie Queen
One day she realized that all her petty secrets were connected, into one great big lie.
Most people have secrets, so she drew closer to *a* truth.
She takes the body out and begins her examination.
She wakes at last to the truth behind the great lie.
He was an Archfey and the whole village was his fantasy of being a mere mortal.
She is, now and ever more, the Night Collector.
Under normal circumstances, they try to be goodly, but when the Archfey grows bored, he uses magic to instigate more chaos.
He believes this is simply “their nature.”
The towering cypresses are painted with the faces of thousands of fey, from the highest Archfey to the least boggart.
When the Good Fellow’s jests no longer lift the Green Man’s spirits and the intrigues of the Court are a burden, this is his refuge.
When the Green Man is away, one of the eldest of all eladrin rules in his stead, named Seanathair na hÓige (Grandfather of Youth). Almost alone among eladrin, he is stooped with age.
The Green Man assumes the commoners need to get away from the nobles just as much as he does.
They're next in the stew pot if Mother finds out.
The spores and sickles that the dryads use to guide the shambling mounds would be powerful gifts for a druid to earn.
All you have to offer is memorable entertainment or one of the few surviving Phials of Elder Starlight.
The Green Man sentenced him to eight centuries of waking stasis, under ten feet of mud and swamp water.
Shrines of the Silver Knight and the Lord of the Hunt dot the surrounding hills.
Insects called moon beetles come to the keep’s walls to sleep each night. When the moon shines on them, they glow a steady azure.
Among more esoteric applications, they can be used as an extra component in a Moonbeam spell to increase its effective spell slot level by 2.
The weapons’ strikes feed magical power back to the fomorian lord, who weaves it into deadly spells.
Stealing candle-tree wood draws pursuit and reprisal from the fomorians.
They prefer to overtake a target, encircle them in her flames, then strike.
She wields, with apparent ease, a mace that is the envy of battering rams the world over.
She rides a loathsome kelpie and, as a result, favors unexpected ambushes emerging from bodies of water.
Capturing the fey shrines and performing ceremonies there during moonrise critically weakens Lord Amargen's magic.
Te-Wara rebuffed him, and his hunters began to haunt the kingdom's borders.
Then the Lord of the Hunt devised the means of the chariot's ruin.
She traveled into the dark corners of the markets in the great western cities, where she learned of the Night Collector.
A burning, scouring wind passes over the Lord of the Hunt, shrieking his doom.
After a year of this, Jovanne realized that Pirutti had not noticed the great change in his house.
Curiosity impelled him, all the same. He brought in a boggart cousin to watch Pirutti's dreams.
Jovanne went to the Silver Knight to see what could be done.
Also, even the Archfey can be moved by the needs of children.
Maybe she learns, in time, that she is welcome in the Seelie Court as well as her mortal home.
Koimillo seeks to buy back memories he sold off to advance at court. What happens when he remembers that?
Best I've ever done is scaling PCs down to their size and restatting them accordingly.
Okay, I've got it.
Thanks, The Starless Sea! You're a mother lode of an idea mine.
In her shop, she has one dollhouse that she just can't seem to sell. She tries, and children want it, but their parents always demur.
When Oleander closes the shop and goes upstairs, sprites and pixies come out of that door.
The Basement is a cozy enough place, but the sprites have had to brick up most of the doors down there.