The Fairy Faire (name will vary by locale) is an annual event that occurs on a specific hill, for three days on the harvest moon (pick your own day if needed). Two diferent kinds of merchants are browsing the Faire - Greater Fey and Common Fey.
Greater Fey refuse to deal with anyone who doesn't have a Story Flaw. They are balanced with the goal of their bargains producing 2 vis of value. The prices exacted by the Greater Fey are designed to be troublesome to get or troublesome to handle. None of their demands should be more than a brief or simple adventure (5xp).
The Common Fey are affected by the Gift and avoid magi, but are happy to make deals with any human creature. Their requests are very simplistic, but what they give in return are rather simple and temporary things. They tend to offer masterwork items, bags of coins, or stories and art pieces from far away. They're not designed to be interesting to magi, unless they are looking for an item to enchant, or as a gift for a mundane.
The faun will offer a drink to anyone passing, and will refuse to bargain with anyone sober. Being drunk imposes a -2 penalty to any other rolls until morning. The Faun is a friendly and helpful faerie, but refuses to compromise.
"A pure maiden's kiss, left upon my lips..."
"Your very first kiss..."
"The item sold by (another specific faerie), as I love them so much..."
Something lewd offscreen.
This tortured ghost is wracked with pain and usually chained to a gravestone, monolith, or some other marker. He is seeking things to try and achieve a final rest. He will gladly accept a magus casting a spell to destroy him, but obviously this will leave no reward.
"I need a [something ephemeral] for my release." [The ghost of a sword, a whisper of death, thoughts of wickedness]
"Power, I need more power..." [Two pawns of vis of Imaginem, Mentem, Vim, Intellego, Auram.]
"I cannot remember my [event], so I seek your memory of it." [Major event - marriage, birth of child, death of child, Causes a point of warping in addition to the forgotten moments]
"Freedom requires I know [ability], and you clearly have no need of it..." [1 warping point, -15xp in chosen ability or related]
"A newly weaned child to carry my legacy." [Child becomes Faerie Blooded, the Ghost no longer appears in the future]
The Princess is only allowed out of her tower on these days every year. She will only talk with someone who seems nobility, or a very important servant.
"I need a new [crown, tiara, necklace, earrings, rings, bracelet] fitting my station!"
"I need you to deliver this letter to-" [Roll a die: 1-7 is a single letter, 8-9 is two letters, 0 is three or more letters. If the letter is not delivered, the Princess will not reappear until it is delivered]
"I am attending a [grand ball, unveiling, marriage, death] and I need a new and glorious gown!"
"A new servant for my tower, as the last one has withered and died..."
A gremlin-looking creature with large head and small body, whose maw can open to huge proportions.
Something valued and stolen
"I want something new, gimme yer next year of meals." [They cannot taste anything for a year.
"Gimme three rundlets o' moonshine."
"I wanna yer last good dinner... [He'll reach down the target's throat and pull it free, causing a medium wound unless something allows them to expel it safely.]
This is a small dryad who is stuck in a large potted sapling. She's the size of a child, and very temperamental.
"My sister, this sapling next to me, needs a new place to live. Transplant her to [distant location]."
"I need a [crown, cloak, robe] made of flowers and petals."
"My growth requires a large barrel of the finest spring water from a mountain peak."
This is a well-dressed wolf with a tall hat, clad in the most recent of noble fashions.
"I am having a party next month, and I require a full course spread."
"The hand of a noblewoman in marriage is required, to establish my line for the future." [He will not actually carry them off, but if they marry someone else, they become terrorized by faerie wolves. Future children may be kidnapped.]
"I am afraid my pack is restless, and need alliances. Would you have two young ladies who could marry into our bloodline?" [He actually wants female wolves or guard dogs.]
"I feel terribly uncouth, but I must demand three fingers for this beautiful item." [Recieve a light wound, and of course lose fingers.]
This is a drowsy cat with three tails. He talks. His name is different every time he is asked. He is usually asleep, and will refuse do deal with anyone who wakes him up. If left alone, he may call out to a passerby.
"Feed me sixteen large, fat, healthy [squirrels, mice, rats, birds]."
"Songbirds fly. Get me a pair of suitable wings."
"Get me a bowl of fresh cream. Quickly." [Conjured milk tastes foul. Milk that has sat overnight is unwanted. Anyone rushing to get milk from outside of the Faire will be beset by hungry (faerie) cats.]
"No thumbs. Open those jugs of fish." [The three jugs have stuck stoppered lids. Breaking the jars spills live fish out, angering the cat. Opening the jugs requires a Strength Simple roll, which they will fail unless spending a confidence point. Or, I guess, a 15+ roll.]
A rich and pompous noble court faerie whose language skills are imperfect. From a faraway land. Usually conversing with a group of sycophants and grovelers, drinking sweet cherry-flavored wine.
"I have been craving a good fight for decades. If you give me a duel..." [Fight to heavy wound, the Duelist has Single Weapon equal to the opposing duelist +3, up to 13. If they win or if they have a skill of 8+, then he is impressed.]
"My vile companions have brought only swill and bathwater to drink. I need a cask of wine worthy of my palate." [Any magical liquor will be claimed as swill, no matter how fine. Craft:Vinter of 8+ required.]
"I need a new sword of the highest quality. This one has a nick on the blade." [Must be a very fancy expensive blade.]
"It is time. It is finally time. The feather on my hat has given up the ghost. I will need a new hat for my perfect head. It should have a feather."
"I have been offended by a swine. Go deal with him for me." [The Duelist wants the players to kill another vendor, but no other merchants will talk to them afterwards.]
A hugely rotund and jolly woman, nearly spherical in form, four feet around, with pudgy paws and hands. She is here selling the same stew she has sold for the last seventeen generations. She assures the shopper it is a vegetable soup.
"Am preparing for the spring stew, we need this list of [exotic plants and mushrooms not found near the area]."
"The stew is beginning to get thin, thus we needs the heart-blood of an ancient tree, to thickens it."
"The fires go low, and we be needing fresh dragon-fire embers."
"Stew is fresh! Stew is hot! Stew is ready! Drink drink! One bowl per customer." [The soup is scalding hot, and requires a Stamina + Concentration roll vs 9 to drink, causes a light wound. They will have terrible stomach pains for the next week before depositing a pawn of Perdo vis in the middens.]
An ancient and bent man, almost gnomic in appearance, huddled over his tools as he works on the shoes of other faeries waiting. He is looking for materials with which to do his work. As a craftsman, his 'trades' are rego vis. Warning: some things he wants could be used as Arcane Connections.
"This damned gentlefolk, [gestures to a drowsy troll] he needs some very big nails for these boots. NO IRON. Bronze nails, can you get me sixty-two five-inch long nails."
"My customer - very discerning [nods towards a fifteen inch tall faerie] - needs new dancing slippers. I demand quality. I need a pound of un-damaged insect wings - gossamer quality, not horseflies."
"The prince here, his boots are tall and fine. I'm weaving him laces of maidenhair. [whispers] Unfortunately, he has also made it very hard to find maidens anywhere near him. Can you fetch me the hair of a maiden? Enough to make the laces, at least sixteen inches length."
"Phew.. I have been quite busy [the line of common-seeming faeries are stretching long]. I need fresh soles. Can you fetch me spare soles? Thirteens soles, not too used. What are you staring for? You've never traded in soles before?"
Short, emaciated, with large ears and a narrow face, this goblin-like creature has a twelve-foot long beard and wisps of hair atop his head. He sits atop a lumpy 'throne' of copper coins, and wears a threadbare robe of red and blue. Tiny little bronze beetles scuttle around, sometimes bringing loose coins up to the miser to examine, before he adds them to his hoard. The Miser gives Rego vis.
"This market is good, but too expensive, too expensive. Much too expensive. They demand such prices as I will not pay, in copper and tin. You there, young cygnet, you there, little one. I need four dew-beaded spider-webs, undamaged. Bring them to me, to me" [He tosses a shaved-down copper coin on the ground before them, if they pick it up it is considered a bargain. If they return with his spiderwebs the next day, he will begrudgingly give them three more coppers, one of which is a pawn of vis.]
"That little rat-faced fish-brain. [He references another merchant, the most rich-seeming one], they have a [item the faerie sells] they had promised to me. Promised! To me! They refused my price, refused it! Now the lying serpent-guts has tripled the cost. I need it not, not really. I do not need it. But I refuse to be bullied, cheated, bullied nor cheated. Go fetch it for me, and I will pay you seven copper for your courier service." [However they acquire the item, the Miser takes it and gives them vis equal to the item's worth, but in Rego.]
-Snores loudly- [He is asleep. He will not wake up to anything short of combat, or stealing his money. Anyone stealing from him needs to succeed at a very difficult legerdemain check (stress vs ease factor 9 and spent confidence, or ease factor 15). if they check for vis they can find one to steal, otherwise one coin will become vis the next sunrise.]
[There's a sign in front of his throne in unreadable text] "Loans. You look... poor. Beleaguered. Bestial in mind and instinct. I can offer such a creature as you a loan. A loan to learn your place better. Four copper coins. You must repay me in coin of equal value, two coins per year for six years. I reserve rights to collect. To collect, in absence of honor." [He'll offer a vis-loan, demanding payment of three times as much vis. Coins given to him with no vis value are worthless, vis given to him in non-coin form are distasteful. If the covenant fails to pay him back, his 'right to collect' is taken as permission to enter the covenant and its aegis. He will sell this 'right to collect' to other faerie troublemakers.]
Many Common Faeries
Buying:
a song about the faerie (Or a story?)
A song about yourself (Or Story?)
three drops of royal blood
a broken musical instrument
Your favorite Word
A grand lie
A Contest:
A drinking contest!
A brawl
A contest of Strength or Speed
Eating contest
A duel of honor
Contest of lies