A Call to the Fae

From Vixen, High Priestess of Naak’e’tuun

The land remembers. Do you?

I offer this call for those who feel the pull of deep roots, ancient balance, and the quiet hum of life’s weaving.

Naak’e’Tuun teaches that all things are kin.

The Aö-Rê, dryads, moss, moth, flame, and stone are all threads in one endless tapestry. And we Fae are woven tight into that braid. We shape-shift, enchant, and craft not just because we can but because we are the flux and flow of life itself. Tissage, the threads that define each of us, tie us directly to this living whole. 

Long ago, the High Fae of Faerie forgot this truth. They stopped returning magic to the land, and Faerie withered. We of the Court of Mirages vowed never to make that mistake again. We are here, in Mundus, to live rightly and restore balance where others stripped it bare.

Naak’e’Tuun is not just a faith, it is a covenant older than kingdoms and courts.

We do not kneel to distant gods. We revere Nature itself. The great whole of land, spirit, beast, and element that we are part of. We are Fae. We are older than the gods of mortals. Why would we diminish ourselves with worship when we have always walked alongside the spirits of stone and stream as equals, not subjects? To follow Naak’e’Tuun is to remember our place within the cycle; not above it, not beneath it. As kin. As keepers. As part of the pulse that has no beginning and no end. As strands of tissage, each of us is a living filament tied to element, season, spirit, and story. We do not worship; we weave.

Naak’e’Tuun demands more than pretty words. It demands action.

Reverence is nothing without deeds. If you claim to be of the Land, prove it. Protect it. Feed it. Return what was taken. Whether by ritual, tending, battle, or treaty, the how is yours to choose. 

Why join Naak’e’Tuun?

Because no Court, no guild, no soul thrives long when the land that cradles us crumbles. This faith is not just belief, it is shield and seed.

If you are Fae, it roots you in your oldest truths.

If you are not of our kin, it binds you to allies who guard the balance that keeps all life turning.

If you crave meaning, Naak’e’Tuun offers it.

If you crave power, it lends you deeper, steadier strength than fleeting glamours or coin.

We are weavers of tissage, but threads fray alone. Together, they bind worlds.

Stand with us. Tend the land with us. Return what was taken with us.

Because if Nature falls, so too does all of Mundus, and none of us can afford to dance on dust.

I am Vixen, High Priestess of Naak’e’tuun.

I invite you to stand beside me.

Not just as Fae.

But as kith and kin of Nature once and for always.