Long ago a spirit of the Feywild was created by the shard of weave that imbues the Feywild with it's power. This spirit was at first happy and would spend it's time spreading joy. However this spirit was created to help keep balance within the Feywild, to maintain the peace between the plant and animal kingdoms, to protect all of the spirits of the forest and the jungle and night sky. Eventually, as all things do with time, what was bad became good and what was good became bad and the power of the shard was corrupted. The spirit was heart broken, shattered, shards of her heart like a dark crystal broken on the floor. She became angry, vengeful, this peaceful spirit turned wicked and evil, a Hag of the Feywild, using her power to mete out vengeance on those that would corrupt the shard.

But this story isn't about this forest spirit protector. This story is about her familiar, a mote of Feywild magic turned into a small creature that she would order about, "Fetch me this, Fetch me that, oh and you've Fumbled again.." She loved her little hexblood spirit, but it was so bumbly and stumbly and slowly she came to call it Fumbles, and eventually just Fumby. Over time Fumby and their patron grew very close, and Fumby eventually was able to heal the heart of this Hag, helping her to return to her place as a forest spirit of protection. The Hag slowly crept towards sanity, and joy, and turned herself into a giant sloth to maintain her place in the forest and to maintain her magical powers. She asked more of Fumby as her talons grew long and sharp and she could not pick up everything she needed for her magic. But Fumby was smol, and between the two of them there were many things that she could not pick up because she could not make a tiny enough motion, and Fumby could not pick up because they were just still too big. Still Fumby fumbled time and again and finally the forest spirit realized that this was not the home for Fumby, Fumby must try to exist as a real thing on the material plane for some time, to understand having a body.

Upon being released from service Fumby immediately tried to learn the same magic as their patron, enamored as they were. Fumby has begun an incredible journey, but they will not do it alone, learning as they did from the Hag it was only natural that the first thing Fumby would do would be find their own Fey Familiar to share their life with.. This is where our story begins, with Fumby and Spurt.