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To a creature of the forests, fire is a mortal enemy, yet to the Faerie Sprites, it is a weapon strangely antithetical to their wooded nature. Though not much is otherwise factually known about the Faerie race, rare as they are and despite their numbers having grown since the Fall, they have always been viewed as gentle, mischievous beings, if perhaps a little too apt to play with the hearts of men.

Travelers who have encountered them speak of beautiful elfin women clad in simple robes, their gossamer-thin wings glinting like jewels in starlight. Rare is the man — or woman — whose breath is not lost upon the sight of these beings, and neither are their advances spurned. Some awaken the next morning alone, and move on, only to find a child on their doorsteps months later. A more unlucky number never again see the light of day; they are often found dead, lying contentedly amongst the fallen leaves.

Yet despite their reputations, faeries are by no means evil. Perhaps it is their strange sense of impish humor that leads them to do these things, or perhaps something deeper in their nature.

Information

Attacks (damage × count)

	fire aura	fire	2 × 3	melee
	mystic fire	fire	5 × 4	ranged	(magical)

Resistances

	blade	0%			pierce	0%
	impact	0%			fire	0%
	cold	0%			arcane	-10%