Fel Seed sits on a throne of living flesh at the centre of the City of a Thousand Brides exclusion zone,[1] as the unkillable avatar of its excluded magic.[2][3][4]
He occasionally sends out survivors from his exclusion zone, untouched by his magic but possibly perverted by other means.[5]
Juniper Smith is supposed to know his weakness.[6]
Abilities[]
Fel Seed has the ability to instantly manipulate the biology of anything he touches. He commands hundreds of thousands of flesh-beasts, is absurdly strong and fast, and is capable of regenerating so long as any single part of him remains alive - including his lethally-toxic spores, his flesh beasts and brides, and the nearly-invisible spiderweb of veins that suffuses his city. He has about a dozen significant immunities, including immunities to poisoning, mind control, soul alteration.[7][8]
Biography[]
After Arthur Blum's death, Juniper Smith invented Fel Seed for his final new D&D campaign on Earth, dubbed "A Manxome Foe". Notes
Uther Penndraig's last known location on Aerb, according to Raven Masters, was inside Fel Seed's exclusion zone. Raven Fel Seed himself first appeared out of nowhere in 34 FE - four years after Uther's disappearance. Rumours spread that Uther and Fel Seed were one and the same - but only Raven had tracked Uther to the exclusion zone, and the theory ended up being discredited. Medieval Stasis
The Second Empire tried to work out a method of killing Fel Seed, with no real results, and discovered a dimensional tunnel inside the exclusion zone - one leading somewhere else. The funds eventually dried up and the project was dropped, with the classified documents only being unearthed inside the Infinite Library a good twenty years later. Pinno devised various exclusion contingencies at the Library, including one for Fel Seed. An Open Book
A twentieth edition of The Exclusionary Principle (the first edition of which Pinno himself had contributed to) was recovered from one of the Library's resets (specifically R5624). Its section on Fel Seed detailed the most successful attempt to destroy him, a colossal effort that saw four thousand warders marshalled by Thargox create an 82,000-square-mile ward against his magic. From there, thousands of trained magi equipped with powerful entads entered into direct combat with Fel Seed and his army of flesh beasts. Even without his magic, Fel Seed was winning - and so the Fifth Empire used their last resort, tearing a hole through space and time. Aarde themselves confirmed that the entire zone was dead, yet somehow Fel Seed returned. The Abject Despair of an Uncaring World
In another of the Library's resets, Amaryllis Penndraig considered using Fel Seed to prolong Valencia the Red's life as a means of keeping the hells in check. A Cypress Waits
References
- ↑ “Still sitting on his throne in the City of a Thousand Brides. Not sure if that particular part of your brain survived your stroke, but he’s not someone we talk about in polite company.”
—Worth the Candle Chapter 19: "Montage!" - ↑ “So Fel Seed can’t spread,” I said slowly. “Because he’s … excluded. Somehow.”
“Yup,” said Fenn.
—Worth the Candle Chapter 19: "Montage!" - ↑ “Do you think the international community is so negligent that they would let Fel Seed sit on his throne in the City of a Thousand Brides if there were any option to do otherwise? It’s flatly impossible to kill him, by any means, not even in theory.”
—Worth the Candle Chapter 43: "In Search of a Quest" - ↑ “They had reason to think that Fel Seed would be completely dead if he couldn’t regenerate his avatar, or move himself into a new one, because the explicit magic that’s excluded doesn’t appear to come with any governing intelligence to it. Fel Seed the entity is just … well, someone or something using that magic for effective immortality and to take sadistic pleasure from the world. Even if another person came into the zone later on, once the magic was back, and began to practice it, they might turn into a monster, but they wouldn’t be Fel Seed. Only when he returned, that’s who he was, the same entity he’d always been, ready to retake the battle zone and rebuild his City.”
—Worth the Candle Chapter 130: "The Abject Despair of an Uncaring World" - ↑ “We do know that he sends out survivors, on rare occasions, to tell the world about him. Anything he’s touched with his magic can’t escape the exclusion zone, which is one of the reasons that any attempt on his life is a suicide mission, but it’s entirely possible that the survivors are sleeper agents who are technically untouched by his magic but perverted by other means. The anolia would likely be able to detect it on screening, but perhaps not.”
—Worth the Candle Chapter 130: "The Abject Despair of an Uncaring World" - ↑ "Quest Accepted: Gone to Seed - There is a place on Aerb considered worse than the first four thousand hells. Fel Seed sits on a throne of living flesh, unable to spread beyond his domain, but with a rule of horror within it. You know his weakness"
—Worth the Candle Chapter 43: "In Search of a Quest" - ↑ “Obviously there are substantive reasons that we shouldn’t go. He’s got hundreds of thousands of flesh-beasts, he’s got toxic spores that would let him kill us with a thought, blah blah blah,” he’s blink-fast, murderously strong, capable of regenerating from the smallest scrap of himself, completely immune to any attempts at poisoning, mind control, soul alteration -- if he even has a soul -- and just about a dozen other immunities, plus his physical body is just a focal point for command and control, because the car-wide flesh tunnels and nearly-invisible spiderweb veins that thread his territory still count as him for the purposes of his regeneration and for his ability to instantly manipulate the biology of those he touches, and … yeah.
—Worth the Candle Chapter 126: "Ever Onward" - ↑ “There are caverns beneath Thousand Brides, visible only with the most extreme examples of clairvoyant ability. Those caverns disgorged massive armies of flesh beasts more fearsome than any seen before. Novel poisons were released from flesh-flowers, clouding the air. A large flesh-mast became erect and sprayed hundreds of gallons of acid into the sky, which came down like rain on the invading army. The army had prepared, and sealed themselves off from the outside world as much as possible, not so much as letting unfiltered air touch their skin.”
—Worth the Candle Chapter 130: "The Abject Despair of an Uncaring World"