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History of New World Faery
For every human story there is the truth of Faery, hidden between the lines of recorded history. For every mundane thing, there is a more ancient and secret meaning. The story of New World Faery is no different, for all the world is connected.
It is said that the Fae, Fair Folk, Shining Host, the Good People, inhabited this earth for a timeless era before the first scales fell from human eyes. They are governed by a convoluted hierarchy, atop which sit the ruling class of fae known as the Aos Sí (ehs-shee), or Sidhe (Sidhe). First among monarchs are the High King and Queen.
Long before humankind set sail across the The Pond, those ocean-dwelling Selkie told tale of a land beyond the horizon which gleamed with golden shores. The ancient Athenian, Solon, called this place Atlantis. The first historian Herodotus called it Hyperborea. They were both wrong.
For ages, even amongst the Fae, these tales were told tall as a mast in coastal hamlets and seaside villages. It was in one such rowdy port that the high winds of hyperbole and boastful sailors, floated the rumour of a young but bold explorer, Leifr Eiríksson. It was said that he had found a new world gleaming with riches.
There, at a rickety oak table in the corner of a grog-shop, the long ears of a fiesty fox-girl perked at the gossip. Quicker than a flick of her tale, she found herself marching up the slopes of Knockmaa Hill to the Tor of the High King and Queen. The fiery-red fox-girl petitioned their majesties to build her a vessel that she might sail beyond the horizon and discover what riches lie yonder.
Although the Fae love gold, they can be quite conservative. After careful consideration, King Finvarra and Queen Ounadh decided to forego the daring proposition. Downtrodden, the Fox-girl dragged her heels back down the hillside.
As she ambled back home, kicking at rocks in the dirt road, a stout little man approached her. Some tales count him as a Dwarf, others a K’nocker and yet others still say it was a Leprechaun lured by the promise of gold. Whoever he was, he offered her a deal: his people would build her boat if she promised to take a small group of them with her. They discussed and haggled and finally settled on the deal, solemnly sealed by interlocked pinky-fingers.
Sun set with a red sky that night and with daybreak, construction on The Maidenhead began. The Fox-girl found herself a crew and thus a whole new world of tales begins…