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Somewhere Out There - by strange-fox
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So the feather earring (and necklace) both belonged to his mother - she gave them both to him when they were attacked by slavers, and told him to run away to safety.
When he went back to try to help, he was caught, and the earring and necklace were both taken from him. He didn't see either of them until several years later, when they were given back to him by the slavers as a "reward" for his first kill while working with/for them.
After finally breaking his indoctrination and escaping from the slavers, Fekkri held on to the earring and necklace to help remember his family, and as a little symbol for hope that they might be reunited some day.
While adventuring, Fekkri began to experience some unusual druidic magic that he recognized as similar to the magic his mother used to use. This got his hopes up tremendously, and he began to suspect that the magic was his mom trying to communicate with him somehow, to help him find her.
Eventually, his adventures led him to a druidic enclave of water, where one of the druids seemed to recognize Fekkri. She smacked him across the nose to draw blood, tasted it, and confirmed for him that his mother was not just a druid, but an archdruid, and a former leader of a druidic enclave in Caephor. However, she also had bad news: she hadn't seen Fekkri's mom since the attack. Fekkri took this as confirmation that she was dead.
A few weeks later, while trying to help the ghost of a troubled child named Elliot come to terms with his mother's death, Arvie gave Elliot a heartfelt speech about moving on, keeping the memory of his mother alive, but not clinging to the past. Although it wasn't directed at him, this speech hit Fekkri really hard, and he contemplated letting the feather go, in an effort to accept his mother's death and move on. Arvie stopped him, insisting that Fekkri could move on without giving up the memory of his family. This was also where Fekkri and Arvie began to open up to each other, which has since spiraled off into its own little thing.
Several weeks went by, but then some of the party's spellcasters starting getting access to high-level magic like Scrying and Dream. Curious, Fekkri asked if they could try Scrying on some of his family members. At this point, he had all but given up on any of them being alive, but curiosity got the better of him.
After a few failed attempts, scrying connected. Fekkri's brother, Rikken, was alive.
And then another scrying connected. His father, Makka, was alive.
But the last scrying (to his mom) just refused to connect. They tried several times, and time after time, it was nothing. They couldn't tell if the magic was simply failing, or if she was dead. But after weeks of failed attempts, it finally connected. Cissa was alive.
All of the scrying confirmations were emotional, but finding out that his mom was alive was massive for Fekkri. He was overwhelmed with a fuckton of emotions: joy, guilt, fear, urgency, but more than anything else, smallness.
So the feather earring (and necklace) both belonged to his mother - she gave them both to him when they were attacked by slavers, and told him to run away to safety.
When he went back to try to help, he was caught, and the earring and necklace were both taken from him. He didn't see either of them until several years later, when they were given back to him by the slavers as a "reward" for his first kill while working with/for them.
After finally breaking his indoctrination and escaping from the slavers, Fekkri held on to the earring and necklace to help remember his family, and as a little symbol for hope that they might be reunited some day.
While adventuring, Fekkri began to experience some unusual druidic magic that he recognized as similar to the magic his mother used to use. This got his hopes up tremendously, and he began to suspect that the magic was his mom trying to communicate with him somehow, to help him find her.
Eventually, his adventures led him to a druidic enclave of water, where one of the druids seemed to recognize Fekkri. She smacked him across the nose to draw blood, tasted it, and confirmed for him that his mother was not just a druid, but an archdruid, and a former leader of a druidic enclave in Caephor. However, she also had bad news: she hadn't seen Fekkri's mom since the attack. Fekkri took this as confirmation that she was dead.
A few weeks later, while trying to help the ghost of a troubled child named Elliot come to terms with his mother's death, Arvie gave Elliot a heartfelt speech about moving on, keeping the memory of his mother alive, but not clinging to the past. Although it wasn't directed at him, this speech hit Fekkri really hard, and he contemplated letting the feather go, in an effort to accept his mother's death and move on. Arvie stopped him, insisting that Fekkri could move on without giving up the memory of his family. This was also where Fekkri and Arvie began to open up to each other, which has since spiraled off into its own little thing.
Several weeks went by, but then some of the party's spellcasters starting getting access to high-level magic like Scrying and Dream. Curious, Fekkri asked if they could try Scrying on some of his family members. At this point, he had all but given up on any of them being alive, but curiosity got the better of him.
After a few failed attempts, scrying connected. Fekkri's brother, Rikken, was alive.
And then another scrying connected. His father, Makka, was alive.
But the last scrying (to his mom) just refused to connect. They tried several times, and time after time, it was nothing. They couldn't tell if the magic was simply failing, or if she was dead. But after weeks of failed attempts, it finally connected. Cissa was alive.
All of the scrying confirmations were emotional, but finding out that his mom was alive was massive for Fekkri. He was overwhelmed with a fuckton of emotions: joy, guilt, fear, urgency, but more than anything else, smallness.
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