Xixtrataa Fargarthen

Xixtrataa Fargarthen
The tale of a Boxie Pixie

This story starts on the desolate world called Bre’Naere. This world was once, lush and vibrant. It was rich with flora and fauna create to be similar to that of our own Elanthia. To this world, a forgotten arkati attempted to create a world save for her beloved creations. To them she was known as L’Naere the Giver of Life. For many millennia, the world was at peace. Then came the Overseers, these cruel creatures completely subjugated the planet. They destroyed all art, books and buildings. And then They violated the people in every way imaginable. They gave them, wings. And then They gave them …Shackles.
Xixtrataa had no second name in Bre’Naere. She had no parents. She had no family. She belonged to Clan Vaer’sah. Her clan belonged to the Overseers. In Elanthia, the Overseers were known of as Kiramon. Evil insect like creatures, they drove the different clans to destroy their home to enrich the Overseers. Clan Vaer’sah was used as scour the world trying to find new sites for the other clans to mine. While they had more freedom than the other clans, they were still slaves and enchained.

Xixie was raised in the clan crèche. This was common as few Vaer’sah lived long in the over world of Bre’Naere. Food was dear, as was water. Most of the resources of the surface had been used or poisoned by the constant depredations of the Overseers.

One day as she and the other children were playing with the remains of an old mining site. Xixie found a small sliver of vaalin. As she started to fiddle with her new find. One of the older children saw what she had. He looked carefully around to see if the oldster watching them was paying attention. The Overseers rarely spent time observing the Larva, as they referred to the children. His name was Palix. Quietly he said,”Lil xixie let me show you a trick I know. But you can’t let the oldsters see you do it okay.” Xixie turned her head slightly and nodded. “Give me the wire,” said Palix. Xixie handed the wire to him. “Now watch what I do.” Palix took the bent wire and inserted it in to a hole in the shackle on his left arm. He slowly wiggled it around. Then suddenly a soft pop sounded and his shackle fell off his arm.

The sound was loud enough for the oldster to hear and come to see what was going on. When she saw that Palix had removed his shackle and that he had the wire still in his hand, she became very upset. She looked around in a frantic fashion. “Quickly put it back on. An Overseer may see. We would all be punished.” She slapped the wire out of his hand and replaced his shackle as quickly as she could. She kicked the wire into a pile of broken metal to be smelted back in with the ores. The oldster grabbed Palix’s arm and dragged him off to a group of other elders to be lectured on the dangers of removing his shackles. She didn’t notice little Xixie sneak over to the pile of metal and grab the sliver of vaalin and put it quickly under her tongue.

As Xixie grew older, she learned many things. She learned to be very observant, to know when the Overseers were watching. She learned to hide as quickly and quietly as possible, to keep out of the Overseers sight. And she learned how to use her little sliver of vaalin to open her shackles if only for a few minutes.

When the portal opened, Xixie was in one of the groups closest to it. She was there to hear the many “debates” about what to do. She watched as the Brave Braedn dared the rift and returned unharmed. While many entered with their chains still intact, Xixie called to as many as she could and started to use her wire to frantically remove as many shackles as were possible. Palix and many others of the children of her crèche began to use bits of other wire to try to remove as many chains as they could.

Their hasty task was in vain. The Overseers soon noticed as their slaves seemed to flow away from them. All of their slaves were fleeing in a single direction, towards the portal. Xixie and Palix worked frantically as many of the other children fled thru the portal. Finally Palix grabbed Xixie by the arm and said, “Lil xixie go find ……” He never finished his words as an Overseer took his head in front of the small Aelotoi female.

With a scream, Xixie ran and joined the last of the fleeing Aelotoi thru the portal. She continued to run past the bodies of the other Aelotoi the Overseers killed. Past the Elves that tried to help her people. Past the humans who gazed in startled amazement at the small winged female. She ran until she came to a field. There she stood and stared at the small sliver of vaalin still clenched in her small hand. Xixie slowly turned the sliver over in her hands and watched as the light of the moon played on the silver of the metal and the red of the blood that stained part of it. She began to laugh wildly, madly so completely out of control. She appeared to be in the throes of the Gift of Sheru.

Out of the darkness xixie heard, a soft voice called,” Child”. A woman with large green eyes and silver hair that seemed to be blowing wildly about her face without wind appeared in front of Xixie. Panting Xixie stared at the woman. With crazed eyes, the woman stared back at her. “What are you?” “A..A xixie…a picker.?” Xixie replied.

The strange woman began to dance around the field. Then stopped and glared at Xixie. “Well if you don’t know they how should I?”

Xixie noticed that the woman wore a silver breastplate over a grey tunic but was barefoot.” Can you help me?”

The woman peered at Xixie, ”You have been touched by Sheru. Do you know what that means?” Suddenly she starts to giggle wildly. “I will show you. I will take another from you……child you are mine” With her index finger she drew a delicate crescent in the middle of Xixie’s forehead. Then for no reason she licked Xixie and yelled “Squirrel!!!!” pointed over Xixie's shoulder. And when xixie turned to look, the woman disappeared.

When Xixie reached Wehnimer’s Landing, she felt safe enough to enter the town. She was prone to fits of mad giggles and insane actions. She had a tendency to lick or tickle people for no apparent reason. Her goddess savior was named to her by another of the followers of Zelia. She learned to worship her goddess recklessly and frequently. She learned that her talent for opening locks was a gift of the rogues. She joined this crafty group only after deciding not to take anything that was owned by anyone else. Her Clan upbringing and the punishment given by the Overseers for theft was stronger than any temptation to do otherwise.

As the years past, Xixie was adopted by Amberain. This is the only mother Xixie has ever know. Xixie married Acrew Fargarthen, who is the son of Gardeth Fargarth, who married Xixie’s niece Merilae. And people wonder why she is crazy.

Xixie joined Onoir very soon after she came to Landing. She also joined the Black Wolves but due to Familial disagreements with that clan she decided to with draw. Xixie also belongs to the Ord an Dragan. She is a resident of landing. And still is as happily crazed as the day she entered the city limits.