Furfrou Cerflune (NPCS)

Snover is a prickly little heir. Furfrou and them used to be super close when they were young, before Furfrou got reintroduced to Cyd. They resent Furfrou for "abandoning" them in their mind. After Furfrou started making an ass of themself for all to see, all of Furfrou's responsibilites were pushed onto Snover. Snover was always more capable of handling royal duties, but it did come with resentment for their sibling who never seemed to be able to do anything for themself.

Snover became friends with the lythari elf pack around the Flurryfall kingdom fairly easily. The pack had a favor to cash with the royal family, and Snover was willing to do it. They became incredibly close with the pack's leader, Houndour, and the two had a bit of a secret relationship. Snover never felt any feelings for Houndour, but it was useful for his wishes. Snover got Houndour to turn Furfrou into a werewolf, and drove them out of the kingdom. Snover thought that was the last of their problems before Deroq Savagebreath came to them with a proposition for power, and one that Snover didn't want to turn down. That also ended up biting Snover in the ass, as they were killed while they were trying to get more than what Deroq was willing to give them. They were revived shortly in a zombie state, to fight the party during the end of the campaign.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life.

One day, however, a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life.

One day, however, a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.