Through the Eons, the Fae of the Balkan lands have remained mostly unchanged.

As they first arose from the mists, fueled by the people's reverence

of food and sex, they ruled and in this way, they rule still.  

 

Even as they saw the world around them twist and turn, flourish or burn, the traditions, linked to their Mirage, remained very much alive, present in the remote villages, in the dark attics or taking form in yearly festivities, where the Fae show their faces to remind the mortal world of their eternal presence. 

 

None of it, however, would run so smoothly if it wasn't for Morana, the leader of the Fae of those lands.

Morana formed a tight knitted family of Fae with a strict hierarchy, in its structure similar to a cult, serving to always stay a step ahead of times. 

 

So through séances, lasting years at a time, with the help of most potent of substances, the Trip unstirs the veils of the future. They are trying to gaze upon what lies beyond, so that Morana can pull the right strings for their world, the world that matters, to remain as idyllic as it is. 

 

"We are the Siblings of Morana and we are here to stay."