Bonded Familiar · Mythic Relic · Living Conveyance
Common Name: Alakkin’s Magic Carpet
True Nature: Enchanted Fey Entity (Bound)
Tier: 5 — Mythic (Creature–Item Hybrid)
Bond Type: Soul-adjacent Familiar (Non-dominant, Mutual Survival)
At first glance, the Wayward Loom appears to be a masterfully woven flying carpet — long enough to comfortably seat or lay upon, wide enough to wrap around its bearer like a blanket.
Up close, it is unmistakably unlike any textile ever made.
The weave shifts subtly with breath, rising and falling when Alakkin sleeps. The fibers shimmer with dyes so rare most cultures no longer remember their names — colors that seem to remember sunlight rather than reflect it.
Dawnpetal Gold — extracted from extinct sun-flowers that only bloomed once per decade
Midnight Indigo of the Upper Sky — harvested from clouds pierced by lightning
Banana Ember-Red — pre-Decline Almoni sun-dye, no longer reproducible
Star-Milk White — dye created from condensed celestial mist
The underside glows faintly when danger nears.
The edges curl protectively in high winds, like fingers.
When wrapped around Alakkin, it is warm — not heated, but alive-warm, like resting against another being.
Item: Flying Conveyance / Armor (Accessory)
Creature: Fey (Bound), Mythic Grade
Familiar: Yes (Unconventional)
Tier 5 — Mythic
This is not a tool.
It is a survivor.
Material Classification:
Unknown Living Textile (Unique Grade IX+)
Dominant Traits:
(<) Light +5 — Negligible weight regardless of size
C(+5) — Perfect mana conduction
A(+5) — Amplifies intent, not spells
!(+) — Mana resistant (cannot be drained)
J(+3) — Pain resistance (transferred partially to bearer)
I(+2) — Affects intangible threats
Special Trait (Unique):
Fey Will (Hidden) — The Loom can decide.
The carpet flies without visible propulsion, responding instinctively to Alakkin’s posture, breath, and balance rather than commands.
Speed scales with intent, not effort
Can hover, climb vertically, or skim water without disturbance
Leaves no wake, magical or physical
It does not tire.
When Alakkin is threatened, the Loom reacts before conscious thought.
Wraps, hardens, or folds to intercept attacks
Can absorb Tier 4 damage outright
Tier 5 threats are redirected, not blocked
Armor Equivalent:
AC +6 (Mythic, Reactive)
When used as a blanket or bedroll:
Rest counts as sanctified shelter
Removes exhaustion faster than natural rest
Suppresses nightmares, psychic intrusion, and fear effects
Alakkin sleeps better on it than anywhere else.
While Alakkin sleeps, the Loom remains alert.
Detects hostile intent within a wide radius
Gently repositions him away from danger
Can flee independently while carrying him
It has never once abandoned him.
The bond formed accidentally in Alakkin’s childhood
Neither domination nor command exists
Emotional distress in one echoes faintly in the other
If Alakkin were to die, the Loom would unravel reality locally attempting to preserve him.
Original Form: High Fey Messenger
Current State: Bound, fragmented, patient
Centuries ago, a wizard — powerful, cruel, and terrified of losing control — trapped Aeliryn within a living weave using sun-silk and celestial dyes. The spell was meant to create the perfect flying artifact.
Instead, it created a prison.
Aeliryn did not lose herself — she adapted.
Her memories fractured. Her will softened. Her rage cooled into watchfulness.
When Alakkin found the carpet as a child, wandering and lost, she recognized something she had not felt in centuries:
Someone who did not seek to own her.
The bond formed naturally.
She chose silence.
She chose protection.
She chose him.
The carpet hums softly at sunrise
Patterns subtly change after acts of kindness
In moments of great danger, wings briefly appear in the weave
Fairy lights sometimes drift from its edges at night
If fully awakened, the Loom would no longer be an item.
It would become a mythic ally.
The Loom cannot speak until Alakkin willingly offers it a name.
Not a title.
A name.
When that happens, the binding will begin to unravel.
Sailors swear they’ve seen:
A man sleeping in the open sky
A golden cloth wrapping him as lightning breaks around it
A flying banner that moves like it loves its rider
They argue endlessly whether it is a spell, a beast, or a blessing.
They are wrong.
It is all three.