Quicklings once resembled brownies, sylphs, pixies and other fey creatures, but have become corrupted by chaos. They dwell in fey areas, but the sylvan beauty of their homes has lost its subtlety and become sick, with plants forced to grow blooms of unnatural size and lurid colour, and their delicate scents have become cloying, eye-watering perfume.

Quicklings are somehow sped up in time, living at a different pace relative to other creatures of the prime material plane. They move so fast they can only be seen as a blur. Their three attacks (with daggers) constitute three separate attack routines, and the quickling will always win ini- tiative against any opponent who is not hasted. Quicklings cannot be surprised, and thanks to their enchanted nature and uncanny speed, they make all saving throws at +10 on the dice.

Quicklings speak most fey tongues, including elven, though they speak at three times normal speed which makes them very hard to understand.