- Ffaff's Character Background
- Ffaff's Travel Journal
- The Profecy of "The One" (work in progress)
- Ffaff's Character Sheet & Grimoire
Note to self: never drink strange ale from strange men wearing strange robes while they smile at you goofily. But aside from that whole drugging thing, this little sidequest is quite entertaining. I remember walking through the Forest of Shears, just west of Fannyville, when I came upon a very unique set of tracks. So, of course, I chose to follow those tracks. They led off in a new direction away from Fannyville. While focusing on the footprint, one larger than the other, I began to see images of a woodsman of some repute. Glimses of a large dwarf smelling of foul and a sporting a bushy beard filled my mind. His name was nearly on the tip of my tongue when I found myself in front of a door, the tracks leading inside. I knocked and was happy to greet the dwarfI had been visualizing, but he was not alone. Sitting at the table was a threesome of strange, bald men. It was rare to see men, and I was quite intrigued. I introduced myself as Ffaff, and they seemed to understand and smiled at me. I was treated to a fine meal, but little talk as they did not seem to speak the Faerie tongue. I was offered a small cup of some type of ale, but didn't think much of it. I should have been suspicious when the threesome stared at me and the cup and held their breath as I drank. But after a few moments, it was only the darkness that I was concerned with, and I remember nothing else of the trip to this strange place in my drugged haze.
When I awoke, I found myself stripped of my few posessions in a cell with no windows. Next to me were two of the strangest people I had yet come across. One was a female human with a green tint to her face and hair. She smelled of earth and wood and forest, but I could not see much else on her, as she had taken the aggrivating human custom of clothing her body in fabrics and encapsulating her feet with leather. If ever a more foolish custom has been created, I should hope to never come accross it. Feet need to breathe! Regardless, she seems like a caged animal and kept talking of dirt and sun and asking what day it was. Needless to say, I wrote off the poor girl as a lunitic and focused my attention on the other. He was lighter of skin than the female, and followed the same rediculous human cusom of wrapping himself from head to toe in cloth and leather. He seemed to be relaxed and comfortable. When either myself or the girl questioned him, he would look at us with half lidded eyes and proclaim that we were figments of his overactive imagination and continue to talk of the potent drug that he had been subjected to.
This same behavior continued for some time until at last the lunitic girl and the drugged man began to talk to one another, even though the man continued with the beleif that we were both figments of his imagination. So agreeable were his arguments, that I began to wonder myself. But upon pinching my own skin, I was once again relevied to know that I hadn't been turned into a figment and I was indeed my own person. The lunitic girl, instead of acceeding to herself that she was not a figment, instead became very cross with the human male, who identified himself as "the doctor". The doctor and the lunatic continued to argue until we all tired of each other's company. Without any frame of reference for time, I decided it was night. Turning myself invisible, I flew to the top of the room and perched myself precariously and began to sleep.
Hours later, we were visited by a group of those bald headed strange men. We asked them questions as fast as arrows fly, but they refused to speak and simply left the door open and began to walk away. I followed them quickly, continuing with my questions, but was ignored completely. The other two who had been in the cell with me turned away from the bald men and walked the other way with disgust written on their features. Leaving those two to their madness, I followed the bald men around many twists and turns until they finaly stopped, sat down on the floor with their legs crossed, and closed their eyes. No questions were being answered, and only once was I able to make one of the men open his eyes at all. He only smiled and continued with his quiet. There was a moment when I nearly lost my temper there. I am Ffaff after all, and deserved the courtesy of my station. But I held my temper and flew off in the opposite direction heading after the lunatic and the doctor.
I found them attempting to work free a door down the hall. The door was locked and would not open. The lunatic, in typical lunatic fashion, attempted to kick down the door. There was a crack, but it didn't originate from the door and the lunatic limped away. I flew down to her injured ankle and used my knowledge of the foot to attempt healing magic. Because her foot was not badly damaged, the spell should have completely repaired the injury, but she reported it only felt marginally better. I was a bit surprised at this.
Escape from the island
Walking on the boat with no family