Diminutive rat-folk with a racial knack for psionics
|Threads of Fate||Felbraug Racial Power|
|In a brief flash of psychic insight, you see the ideal point to strike down your foe.|
|Encounter • Psionic, Augmentable, Psychic|
|Free Action • Personal|
Trigger: You would make an attack roll.
Effect: You make the attack roll twice and choose one.
Effect: You make the attack roll twice and choose one. If both attack rolls hit, the target takes extra psychic damage equal to 1d8 + your Wisdom modifier.
Level 11: 2d8 + your Wisdom modifier.
Level 21: 3d8 + your Wisdom modifier.
Diminutive, rodent-like creatures who share a psionic gift, felbraug were stumbled upon by humans when the newcomers colonised Independence. In the layers of ancient buildings below the island’s surface, these mysterious creatures had survived for countless generations in the ruins of what had come before. The felbraug brought with them stories of a “precursor” race from the dawn of time, psions who once harnessed untold forces with their tremendous mental might. Then, some terrible tragedy wiped them from the world, leaving only the felbraug to recall them. The story is considered apocryphal by most other races, but Escarnum’s scattered ruins of advanced civilisation, older even than the fey races can recall, lend some veracity to the claim.
In any case, the felbraug were greatly excited by the humans’ coming, and eager to work with them as they found their place in Alm. It is whispered in the deepest tunnels that humans and felbraug are kin, their fates forever interwoven on the loom of souls—and that, in time, they will open the way for the precursors to return to Alm.
Play a felbraug if you want…
- to be a small, speedy combatant.
- to share your memory and experiences with other members of your race.
- to come from the oldest race in Alm.
Felbraug share many physical traits with rats, though they are humanoid in general shape. Short and slender creatures, they seem quite frail, often weighing less than a human child; however, they are as durable as any human adult. As a rule, the sex of a felbraug is all but impossible for non-felbraug to distinguish.
Felbraug sport a single long tail extending from the coccyx, and also a series of very fine tails growing from the scalp, forming what appears to be tight braids of hair. Their hands and feet are particularly delicate, with tiny pin-sharp claws.
Felbraug faces are human-like but childish, with a slightly extended muzzle and soft fur up the bridge of the nose. Like rats, felbraug have prominent front teeth on both jaws, which are barely visible when the mouth is closed. Their ears appear long and thin, similar to elven ears; in fact, they are a rubbery membrane stretched between fine bones, which splays into a fan shape when alert.
Felbraug live only slightly longer than humans. However, their appearance and serene attitude—and their collective racial memory—give them a certain ageless quality, which has led to the myth that they are much longer-lived.
Playing a Felbraug
Felbraug are mysterious, patient creatures who spend a great deal of time observing their surroundings. Although the depths of their tunnels keep ages-old secrets, they are both inquisitive and open-minded. They are always seeking to learn new things—especially since that means sharing such knowledge with their kin. Although they are careful in choosing quests and companions, they are almost always eager to pursue new experiences. However, they are often bemused by the social constructs of other races, such as gender and caste, which seem bizarre in the face of their philosophy.
As psionic beings, felbraug make no distinction between the concepts of mind and soul; what are either, if not the sum of one’s every experience, emotion and dream? In turn, they view the presence of consciousness as more important than physical form. A ”country“ to a felbraug is not a place where one lives, but rather the community of people who live there.
The felbraug race has its own philosophy on life and death. To them, the world is a never-ending ebb and flow, where souls die in one life to begin anew in another. They call this cycle ”the weave“ or ”the pattern“, likening the universe itself to a great loom where endless threads are woven into one cloth. Felbraug share a sort of collective memory, a pool of knowledge from which they can all occasionally draw; they claim that this too comes from the weave, a place where the mind’s eye can briefly glimpse the pattern that describes all truths.
Felbraug are perceived as… Thoughtful, introspective, perceptive, wise, exotic, philosophical, curious, patient, mysterious.
Names: Archer, Brewer, Caller, Carter, Hunter, Mender, Runner, Seeker, Smith, Speaker, Trapper, Wayfinder, Weaver, Wright.
Fel names are unpronounceable to non-psionic beings, so they typically adopt the name of their job when dealing with other races.
“There is a lesson to be learned here.”
Like many of your kin, your life has led you to the way of contemplation, the pursuit of enlightenment by harmonising mind and body. The path you walk is that of discovery—every new experience, every piece of knowledge, furthers your understanding of the weave, and of your true strength. Do you walk this path with discipline, through temperance and careful study? Or do you seek enlightenment in joy and beauty? More importantly, how has your path led you here?
Associated skills: Religion, history
Associated ritual: Last sight vision (OG)
“You are not Fel, but I sense in you the soul of my kin.”
Felbraug revere the weave, the pattern of souls dying and being reborn. Most are reborn into their own race, but sometimes, they join another species for a time, gaining valuable experiences which will be woven into the great pattern once they die. You are one chosen to seek out these “errant felbraug”, to watch over them as they carry out this important duty. Do you serve one of your party members, believing them to be such a soul? Or is your search yet unfulfilled?
Associated skills: Insight, diplomacy
Associated ritual: Comprehend language (PHB)
“The weave guides my path.”
Once every so often, a felbraug is born whose connection to the weave is so strong, they can hear the voices of the ancestors. You are an individual so blessed, who carries the hopes and dreams of those gone before. Your ancestors are always watching over you, but their guidance is not always welcome. Do you agree with their wisdom, or do you think they misunderstand your place in the pattern? Do you find it hard to live up to their expectations, or are you every bit the golden child they believe you to be?
Associated skills: History, perception
Associated ritual:Hand of fate (PHB)