Fayubi the Seer
(born Fabi Stok)
Art by Sherlock
First Appearance: Heirs of Mâvarin, Chapter Three
Trivia: Fayubi has a pet mouse named Miku.
“One of the more annoying consequences of divination is that just when
you think you’ve got things figured out, another vision or prophecy
comes along, and all your plans and ideas have to change
accordingly. Not that I mind, really. But it’s not
Quote: “Oh, my goodness, no! That king has the wrong eyebrows
entirely! He’s an impostor, if you believe the rumors, which I
do, because of the eyebrows, you see. Still, we haven’t been
invaded so far, so it must be all right, don’t you think, Grela?”
seems to be no more than an itinerant entertainer, fat,
bald and more than a little frivolous. Behind the kind eyes, foolish
remarks and self-deprecating manner, however, is a mage with an
unmatched talent for divination and illusion, and a tendency to meddle
on behalf of the royal family of Mâvarin.
From Fayubi’s Journal of Music and Prophecy:
Words spoken long ago to a lost King
Now are echoed by life - and that's a good thing.
[Automatic writing. Questions in brackets written in later for record-keeping purposes.]
[So I'm coming north because of Jor's children?]
[Will I meet them in Thalemar?]
[Where am I going, then?]
[I won't be welcome there.]
Don't be Fayubi too soon.
Jamek jerked awake. “What? Stop it, you’re all wet. What are you pestering me for?”
“The man who rode behind us yesterday is about to catch up with us.”
“So?” But he sat up anyway. “All right, I’m awake. Go get the horses.”
Crel went back to the river and slipped the bridles over Molin and Peg. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jamek get up and go over to his saddlebags, where his sword was. He began to pack his gear as if nothing special were happening.
The stranger reached their campsite and reined in. “Good morning!” he said. “Are you folks going to Thâlemar also?”
“Thâlemar is our immediate destination,” Jamek admitted. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason,” the man said. “I just thought it would be nice to have some company on the road today. Thâlemar is my home, you see, and I’ve been on the road for some time. These long trips can get so tedious when you’re alone, don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Jamek said.
“Our trip wasn’t that long, and we’re not alone,” Crel said pleasantly, thinking Jamek was being a little too unfriendly. “So it’s not so bad for us.” Jamek frowned at her, but she ignored him. This man seemed nice enough. She just hadn’t wanted to meet him by herself.
“Not so far, eh? Liftlabeth, Mâshelamar, someplace like that? You’re lucky. I’ve just come a terribly long distance. Clear up from the southern end of the country. My name’s Fayubi, by the way.”
Uh-oh, Crel thought. He’d figured out where they were from already. She’d have to watch what she said even more carefully. “I’m Crel, and this is my uncle, Jamek Barth.” Crel nodded at Jamek as she said this, and saw no hint of surprise in his face when he heard his new alias. She hadn’t known he was that good an actor.
“Pleased to meet you, Prel, Jomik, I’m sure. Would you mind if I rode with you folks today? I talk too much, but I’m harmless, I assure you.”
--from Heirs of Mâvarin, Chapter Four
Fabi the Innkeeper
First Appearance: Mages of Mâvarin, Chapter Twenty-Two
Trivia: Fabi's locked trunk of divination materials includes a shaving mirror, a pair of boots and a floppy hat.
“What are you doing here? You were never even born!”
was expelled from Mâton when his most recent prophecies all
proved to be obviously false or impossible. Instead of becoming a
mage, he eventually bought the King’s Gate Inn outside
Thâlemar. In order to block his visions of a world that
can’t be real (but is), Fabi spends most of his time drunk, leaving the
inn’s management to his adopted daughter, Mera Sinan. Fabi’s eventual
salvation depends on his finally meeting the people of his visions -
and becoming one of them.