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Father Superior The Blue Faery

"Wish upon the Blue Star. Call out to Luin Elen"

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a character in “Crowns, Empires, Blood and Swords”, as played by masato22

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{ Q U O T E }

"I hear your wish. You don't need to wish it so loudly."
- The Blue Faery


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Name: Luin Elen (Meaning Blue Star in Elvish) / Father Superior
Title/or Moniker: The Blue Faery/ Father Superior of Wishing Star Faeries
Gender Male
Age: Unknown, Appears as a 29 year old, however he is one of the oldest living beings around at present.
Species: Faery (Specifically: Wishing Star Faery)
Class/Occupation: Superior Sage/ Lord of the Wishing Star Faeries
Description:
Luin is a charmingly handsome Faery Male. When human size he stands at about 5'10" tall. Luin, like all wishing start faeries, has the ability to alter his size. When small he is about as tall as a person's head. He usually doesn't grow to human size without reason, as he often criticizes other faeries for getting big for no good reason. He has pale skin and lightly sandy brown lashes. His hair is short cropped and well maintained, also lightly sandy brown in color. He has sincere pale aqua colored eyes

His lips are somewhat pouty and express his moods with the utmost sincerity. He is of an average build and of a modestly muscular body frame. His disposition is generally kind, fatherly, wise, honest and sometimes quite stern. He most always exudes and air of hope. He has dragonfly like wings that can appear and disappear at will. He sometimes glows of a blue aura, which is why he is called The Blue Faery.




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Likes:
Light based magic
Honesty
Pure hearted beings
Assisting those who make pure hearted wishes
Good
Flying
True Love
Peace
Magic Wands
Stars/ the night's sky
Faery Dust
Nature
Those that are Charming
Blessings

Dislikes:
Iron
Liars
Those with dark hearts
Dark Magic
Evil
War
Being Human size when interacting with other faeries
Winter
Performing dark magic
Those that wish for curses rather than blessings

Strengths:
Wields powerful Magic
Flight
Competent Combatant
Wisdom
Wish Granting (*conditional)
Teleportation (Ability to appear to one in need when summoned)
Size manipulation
Agility
Longevity

Weaknesses:
Iron
The inability to tell a lie
His strict moral code
The obligation to grant a wish regardless of the wish's morality (Given certain circumstances)
His self restraint
The endangerment of his Faeries

Personality:
The Blue Faery is most often described as charming and benevolent. He is fatherly to most everyone as he is very old. He tends to call others "child". Most know him to be kind and good nature'd. He is commonly thought of as a myth or legend to those who have yet to encounter him for themselves. For the Faeries that work under him and are under his care, he is seen as sometimes stern and a stickler for rules. He prides himself as a servant of the light, a true example of what is Faery-like.

He likes honesty and those of pure intentions. He his disappointed in those that ignore wisdom and make immoral choices. Because he cannot lie, if he is forced into a situation where he cares not to give information, he will opt to omit the whole truth or tell half truths. He may also blatantly admit that he doesn't want to divulge information. Half truth are something that he seriously dislikes having to resort to.

Like the former King of Summer, his heart goes out to humanity, especially the good of humanity. However he is deeply saddened by the lengths those with dark hearts will go to achieve their dark desires. He is very responsible in nature. He has a very special place in his heart for True Love in it's many formats. He believes in the power of True Love and Hope almost to a fault. However there are some individuals that he feels are beyond saving.

Quirks and Habits:
Because of his age, he often looks upon even those that appear older than him as children, often calling the "Child" or "Dear".
He's quite strict with Wishing Star Faeries that break the rules
He dislikes being human size when interacting with other Faeries. However he feels it's safer for him to be human size when interacting with humans. He feels being human size makes him feel weighted.
He is often very quick to point out that Faeries don't lie.
He detests dark magic even though he is well capable of using it himself. However it is noted that he has only ever used dark magic while being forced to by another.
He prefers that people call him "Blue" or "Father Superior" rather than "Luin Elen".
He has only ever been known to be romantically involved with other males.






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Land/Kingdom:
Anansai (More literally the Stars and Clouds above Anansai's forests)

History:
Luin Elen is a Wishing Star Faery, one of the entities assigned to the magic stars of the night's sky. Those stars are specifically connected to the Night Sky of the Summer King, one of the few remnants of the Summer Kings former nature.It is unconfirmed as to when Luin Elen came into being but it is confirmed that he predates back to some of the earliest of recorded times.

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He leads and mentors the wishing star faeries as Father Superior. He and the start faeries spurred by the Summer King's desire to see humanity prosper, were charged to grant magic blessing to those that called upon the patron summer night's stars while certain forces were aligned. The earliest records of wishing upon stars date back to this time.

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During the outbreak of The Great War of Summer and Winter, Father Superior was at a loss for who to side with as neither faction was morally upstanding. Father Superior also detested war and the evils it created, thus he and the Star Faeries fled into the clouds, remaining neutral. Because it was unsafe for Fae to travel as freely during the war, Father Superior was forced to order all Star Faeries to remain in their domain in the clouds. This meant that they could no longer collect Faery Dust from the Dwarf mines, which meant that common Star Faeries could not grant wishes for mortals. The Mortal realm saw the stars grow stagnant during this time and believed that wishing stars seldom existed anymore.

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With the ending of the wars and the uneasy unification of the land of Anansai, Father Superior and his Faeries were devastated to see the now dark remains of their once happy and light home. The star kingdom in the clouds above Anansai would become the Wishing Star Faeries new permanent home. However with the treaty being in effect the faeries were once again able to collect fairy dust and grant wishes for the mortal realm. Mortals once again believed in the Blue Star and wishes on stars resumed.

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Father Superior has since assisted in the bringing of hope to the mortal realm but not without resistance from other fae kind that disliked mortals. Non-Wishing Star Faeries and Wishing Star Faeries became divided. Non-Star Faeries began ambushing Star Faeries carrying deliveries of Faery Dust in order to hinder the granting of wishes for mortals. These attacks never intended to harm the Star Fairies but to stop the wishing star operations. Father Superior took a more active role in protecting his clan from other disapproving and mischievous fae.

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As the mortal realms began to escalate in their internal disputes, wishes upon the Blue Star began to change in nature. Pure heart'd wishes became rare and wishes steeped in dark desires beckoned the Star Faeries more frequently.The Dark Heart'd would request the aide of the Blue Fairy by using a person of a pure heart to make the initial summon, then threaten Blue or his followers into performing Dark Magic. As times changed Blue became more concerned for the state of his people and of the mortal realm the Stars are connected to.

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Father Superior The Blue Faery's Story

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In the clouds above Anansai the Wishing Star Faeries dwell. Many faeries flew about, some with bags of Faery Dust headed for their reserves, others practiced using their wands. The skies were a bright and carefree blue color. The clouds white as cotton and just as soft. The faeries were able to walk on the clouds as if it were the ground. Small houses and castles made of an unknown magical material lined the sky as far as a faery could see. Father superior sat, amongst flowers that seemed to sprout from the clouds themselves, instructing faeries on the protocol of collecting Faery Dust from the Dwarf mines. Several faeries sat attentively listening to the lecture of sorts when one excited Wishing Star Faery flew over in a reckless haste.
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ā€œFather Superior!!Father Superior!! Guess what I found out on my way from the dwarf mines!!ā€ The young faery named Niven exclaimed, interrupting the Father Superiorā€™s lecture.

The other faeries present looked on in annoyance. Father Superior frowned. He let out a heavy sigh. ā€œI was in the middle of a session Niven. What could be so important that youā€™d interrupt a class?ā€ Blue asked with a furrowed brow.

ā€œWell you see I was flying over Cinnabar,ā€ Niven began when Father Superior cut in.

ā€œCinnabar?! Youā€™ve no reason to fly over Cinnabar from the Dwarf mines of the Jarrah Empire to get here! You know full well that Iā€™ve given strict instructions of where to fly when transporting Faery Dust from the mines.ā€ Father Superior fussed. He then turned to the other Faeries and told them that class would be dismissed early and they all flew off. He turned back towards Niven. ā€œNow young Faery, mind telling me what you were doing flying over Cinnabar when you were supposed to be delivering Faery dust?ā€

ā€œI wanted to see some new scenery and take a look at the people. That bag of Faery Dust was a little heavy. So I decided to take a break and buy something to eat. I got big and found a really nice tavern that served the best chicken soup!ā€ Niven exclaimed.

ā€œYou got big!? Nivenā€¦ā€ Father Superior interrupted with a tired sigh. He shook his head and focused. ā€œAlright, continue child.ā€ Blue said as he folded his arms and slumped back in his chair.

ā€œI overheard some people talking about a trade summit being held in Khalidor very soon. It seems like an exciting happening! Arenā€™t we going?ā€ Niven asked excitedly.

Father Superior chuckled briefly. ā€œOhā€¦. Child ā€˜weā€™ arenā€™t going anywhere. Youā€™re lucky I donā€™t ground you for your recklessness and flat out disobedience. Also why would we attend such a thing? We wishing Star Faeries donā€™t do any trade with humans. We mainly trade with the Dwarves of the Jarrah Empire for Faery Dust, you know that. Why would we possibly need to be present at a human trade summit?ā€

Niven pondered for a moment. Then he spoke with a bright smile, ā€œWellā€¦ We could go and make allies with the different rulers that will be there. We can see whatā€™s going on in the world. Perhaps offer them the aide of the Wishing Star Faeries if they were to need it.ā€

Father superior smiled a little. He was surprised at how concerned Niven was about the state of the world around him. Father Superior felt proud, and a little sorry that he had been so strict with travel restrictions for his people. Niven was young and curious, eager to explore the worldā€™s treasures, much like Father Superiorā€™s former love Valen. He then leaned forward in his seat with a gentle smile. ā€œYou have very good ideas Niven. Of that I am proud. I knew of the summit already. Empress Tenanye is already on her way, she and her companions will represent Anansai.ā€ Father Superior calmly explained. He then grabbed the large bag of Faery Dust and sat it on his lap. ā€œNow on to a more pressing matter, Faery Dust. When I send you to the mines for it you are to return promptly. That is of the utmost importance. If humanā€™s got hold of Faery Dust or you accidentally spilled any, the ramifications would be disastrous. There you were, HUMAN SIZE, sitting in a tavern no less, in Cinnabar. Anything could have happened. One more mishap and I will put you on inventory duty for a month. Are we clear?ā€

ā€œYes Blueā€¦ā€ Niven replied in a sulking tone.

ā€œGood. Now you fly away from this one Niven. I have things I need to attend to.ā€ Father Superior the sprouted his wings and flew off, leaving Niven to complete his delivery of Faery Dust to the storage area.

A little later off the coast of Cinnabar, a young peasant boy and his little sister swam in the waters of the beach a short ways from their home a seaside cottage. Their father was their sole caretaker as the mother had passed away years ago to illness. The little girl wasnā€™t the best swimmer and ventured out deeper than she should have in the water. She struggled and called out for help and her brother was able to get her to shallow water. Unfortunately the tide was coming in and the boy was dragged under by the current. The little girl ran to get their father but by the time theyā€™d arrived he was only able to retrieve the poor childā€™s body from the water. He looked up into the sky as he wept. ā€œOh please I wish upon all of the stars in the skies. Please save my son! Ohā€¦. My poor boy!ā€ The man cried.

Blue heard the wish of the desperate father. Blue descended down from the sky to the weeping father who held is young son in his arms, his Daughter crying by her fatherā€™s side. They were startled to see the handsome Faery gracefully and swiftly descend from the afternoon sky. ā€œI heard you wish, I came as swiftly as I could. It seems Iā€™ve made it just in time. His soul hasnā€™t slipped too far away yet.ā€ Blue said sounding almost like a doctor assessing a patient.

ā€œYou-youā€™re the Blue Faeryā€¦ Right?ā€ The little girl said meekly through tears.

Blue smiled gently and with a little bow replied, ā€œYes dear, in the flesh.ā€

ā€œCan you save him? Please help my son!ā€ The father exclaimed desperately.

ā€œAll magic comes with a price. Your son has been brave, selfless, and true. It will be those qualities that will safeguard him. Can you promise to continue to raise him in that way?ā€ Blue asked as he looked the father in the eyes.

ā€œYes! I promise with my life!ā€ The father exclaimed.

Blue smiled cheerfully, ā€œThen the boy will live a healthy life so long as he does not stray from the path of virtue.ā€ With that Blueā€™s wand began to glow of a blue color. He pointed it toward the boy and the child began to cough up the water out of his lungs. The boy was revived and the family rejoiced, thanking the Blue Faery.

The boy smiled brightly at Blue, ā€œThank you for saving my life.ā€

The father asked sounding out of breath from all of his excitement, ā€œHow can I ever repay you? I- I donā€™t have much but You are welcome to anything I can give.ā€

ā€œSimply help your son live a life rooted in virtue. Strive to be brave, Kind, selfless and true. Fare thee well.ā€ Blue smiled and flew back into the sky, appearing almost instantly back in the Wishing Star Faery kingdom. Upon his return he looked at the report Niven had earlier placed on Blueā€™s desk regarding the shipment of Faery Dust he turned in. The report was well written and Blue wanted to let Niven know just how good a job he did. When he arrived at Nivenā€™s home he saw that Niven wasnā€™t there. He knew exactly were the young Faery would have gone, Khalidorā€™s Tade Summit.

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai
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Father Superior searched all over the Star Faery domain for any sign of Niven. He didnā€™t want to jump the gun and begin his search with Khalidor if Niven was actually somewhere in their own domain. However much to Father Superiorā€™s dismay Niven was nowhere in the Clouds above Anansai. He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at the lands below. As distant as they were he would soon be down there searching for the young faery that had disobeyed him and went to the mortal realm.

Blue flew down to Khalidor. What would have been a long trip took him only a few moments using magic. Khalidor was much cooler than he figured it would be. It had been some time since he last had been there. Wishes from the people of Khakidor were scarce as of late. Blue remained in his smaller faery size as he could move about much swifter this way covering more ground. He hovered about the piers looking for any sign of Niven. Many ships were amassed at the ports. The city was indeed getting foreign visitors.

Blue flew about the city trying to remain out of sight from the many humans bustling about to and fro. His blue glow caught the attention of a few mortals for a split second before he was able to duck out of sight. ā€œI hate this sneaking about! When I find Niven I swear heā€™s in serious trouble. Heā€™ll be 300 before heā€™ll make faery godfather status.ā€ Father Superior complained to himself.

Since he saw only common and working class people in the markets at present he figured the nobles were still arriving, Which meant that Niven was most likely still observing people at the docks and ports. Father Superior flew back towards the ports and happened to spot the Empress Tenanye Ananse and Prince Severyn. He gave a heavy sigh of relief at the sight of them. He flew to greet them. Having stopped in front of them he bowed gracefully although he was slightly out of breath from all of his rushing about looking for Niven.

ā€œEmpress Tenanye, Prince Severyn, I am very much honored and relieved to see you. Iā€™m here searching for a young Wishing Star Faery by the name of Niven. Have you seen him? I expressly told him to remain in our domain but while I was away assisting a mortal in distress he slipped down to the Trade Summit. He was asking me earlier today if I would be attending.ā€ Blue explained to the Empress and Prince as he hovered in front of them.

Blue found it interesting to see the Empress and Prince of the Fae waiting outdoors to be greeted. He figured that the king of Khalidor must have been unaware of their arrival. However such an oversight could be very hurtful to oneā€™s cause in such a situation. This was another reason Blue was against attending the Summit when he initially heard about it. Blue also noticed that Xiao Jingshen was missing from the Empressā€™ entourage, a rare happening.

ā€œEmpress, Prince, may I ask where young Xiao is? Iā€™m most sure I heard that she would be accompanying you on your journey.ā€ Father Superior gave a puzzled look. It seemed things werenā€™t quite adding up at all today.

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Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai Character Portrait: Kallias Markus
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Kallias looked like he was about to ask another question, but Arkaelus had quickly turned the conversation back to politics. Moloch hummed thoughtfully as the young king asked him about his plans. It was true that the small city-states of the Volanti to Drake's west had fallen on hard times since the coming of that monster in what is now the Waste. They had borrowed heavily from Drake moneylenders who were all to eager to sell their now worthless loans to the king when said cities defaulted. Moloch intended to have his due and he rather thought the Volanti would benefit as part of a larger, more prosperous nation.

"Only those who have wronged Drake. Currently, there is a debt to be collected. I am sure you understand how vexing it can be for someone to take your gold and run. Ah, but look, we are not your only guests."

"By Lila, they are amazing," his brother gasped, his eyes obviously on a delegation of unearthly beautiful people. Moloch hid his own amazement. These could only be the legendary Fae. One, however, caught his attention. This one wore his brother's face. Kallias, after taking his gaze off the female, gasped as he took a step closer to observe the Fae that could be his twin. He held up his hand, as if he were looking in a mirror.

"How is this possible?" Moloch asked himself. Cyrus himself looked intrigued.

"Well, if this isn't interesting. Perhaps... No," the old magi muttered. Moloch made a note to interrogate his old tutor later. Instead, he bowed his head in greeting and gave his brother a stern look who, sheepishly, returned his side but couldn't refrain from looking curiously at the Fae.

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Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai Character Portrait: Kallias Markus
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Tenanye gave a soft smile as the Blue Faery floated down before her, graing her with a bow. She gave a regal nod. "Blue," She said. Severyn nodded as well with his easy smile. "How wonderful it is to see you." She said. ā€œEmpress Tenanye, Prince Severyn, I am very much honored and relieved to see you. Iā€™m here searching for a young Wishing Star Faery by the name of Niven. Have you seen him? I expressly told him to remain in our domain but while I was away assisting a mortal in distress he slipped down to the Trade Summit. He was asking me earlier today if I would be attending.ā€ The poor pixie seemed nervous. "Forgive me, I have not." She said, before the Blue Faery's attention was turned to her left, where Xiao Jingshen had been.
ā€œEmpress, Prince, may I ask where young Xiao is? Iā€™m most sure I heard that she would be accompanying you on your journey.ā€ He asked and Tenanye turned. Panic settling in her chest. She wasn't at the carriage, where she was supposed to be. Tenanye huffed through her nose, trying to keep the tension from her body. "That girl is more fae then she knows." She muttered. "Easy, Empress, We'll find her." Severyn said, a gentle hand on her shoulder. "She should be Nanji, see through him." he suggested and Tenanye nodded. That was the reason Severyn was always at her side. She was usually, calm, could think several steps ahead...unless her baby sister was involved.

Tenanye excused herself to the Blue Faery, and Severyn stood behind her, keeping her upright as her dark irises dispersed, bleeding a black ink across the whites of her eyes.

She saw through Nanji's many eyes. Xiao Jingshen apparently made a friend... a term she was using loosely.

"She is safe....with Nanji, and a man, warm of skin, dark of hair, however Nanji senses no danger," She said, her voice like a breath before her irises went back to their normal disk shape.

"She is safe." She said with a breath but it didn't remove the tension from her body. Severyn smiled at her as she stood on her own, and it was good thing too, as just then the King and Prince of Drake arrived with the King of Khalidor.

Tenanye and Severyn turned at the same moment and both were struck by the sight of the smaller version of Severyn standing beside the Drake King.
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"Severyn...."
"I haven't the slightest, my lady...." Severyn said, not able to hid his shock. He took a step forward, as the boy did. "Uncanny, A little smaller, clearly human but....still, How Curious?" He said, looking at is own face staring equally confused back at him.

"How is this possible." The King of Drake spoke, more to himself then anything.

"Severyn, remind me to speak with your father when we return home."

"Of course, Empress...I shall like to speak with him as well." He said, and backed away, standing straight.

Tenanye, clearing her throat, she turned gave a bow.

"Forgive us, Your Grace, The likeness between them is....astonishing." She said, with a smile. It really was, the only difference was that Severyn bore the marks of a Fae, pointed ears, long white hair, bright blue eyes, and was nearly a foot taller then the human one, while the boy bore dark curly hair, trimmed short, there was warmth to his skin, and he had the rounded ears of a human. The Alder King must have been up to something....at some point.

"I am Tenanye Ananse, First of my name, Empress of Anansai, Queen of the Soliatry Fae." She said with a gracious curtsy. "This i s Severyn Alderson, Third of his Name, Royal Adviser and Prince of the Seelie Fae." She said, and bit her lip, her sister was meant to be here with her. "My sister and Lady in Waiting, will be arrive shortly, Curious little thing, she ventured off it seems, finding your home to be quite the wonder." She said, her words were true of course, but Xiao Jingshen found wonder in everything.

"Honeythorn Gump, Find my sister, bring her to me." Tenanye turned, calling to asmall, skinny fae boy, with pointed ears and pink skin.

"As you wish, Your Grace" said the creature before he sniffed the air, and scurried off to find her.

Severyn was still staring at the boy, he started forward but Tenanye had the presence of mind to stop him before he invaded the Drake Prince's personal space. Human's were different that way, she knew. "Forgive me, but....have you been to Anansai?" He asked the boy directly. "I've never been outside of the island before...at least as far as I know I haven't...." He mused, folding his arms over his chest.

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Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai Character Portrait: Kallias Markus
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There was no deception in the Fae's words. While Fae were known to speak in half-truths, they could not outright lie and the surprise in their actions and words was genuine if Moloch was any judge of character, human or not. He nodded at Tenanye before speaking.

"I am Moloch Markus, the Chosen of Kiel, the King of Drake and my brother is Kallias, Prince of Drake. The older man with us is Cyrus of the Circle of Magi and our most esteemed adviser. We are honored to meet you and greet you in friendship."

At her words on her sister, Moloch could not help but smile slightly.

"I know a little something about curious siblings. They can be a handful," he said dryly. Kallias glared at him while Cyrus could not help but laugh.

"Oh, he only speaks the truth, my prince."

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As Severyn stepped forward, Cyrus gripped his staff instinctively and the guards tensed, but Kallias did not seem to mind. Instead, he was gazing at the Fae who looked so much like him with utmost curiosity.

"No, I have not, though I have long wished to see the Land of the Fae for myself.... Is this common? Do all Fae have a human twin somewhere in this world and we are one of the fortunate pairs that meet?"

Thoughts were racing through Kallias' head. He had studied the Fae in his youth. He had read every book and scroll that was available to him in either the Royal Library or within the libraries of the Circle of Magi but none contained knowledge of anything like his current situation. Perhaps his twin's father would know. He frowned thoughtfully. Was he anything like his own father, cold, distant, and perpetually disappointed? His father had expected a lot from his sons and it seemed only Moloch ever delivered while their mother watched him with sad, thoughtful eyes.

He glanced at Cyrus. The old man looked to all the world as puzzled as the rest of them, but Kallias knew the old man better than that. He was hiding something and eventually Moloch would know it to and possibly shield him from whatever knowledge the Magi possessed. Or, he thought with a small smile, he would try.

He eyed Severyn thoughtfully and was surprised to see that he had folded his arms in like manner to the Fae at almost the same time. How strange. He glanced at Moloch. His brother maintained a curious but confident demeanor, but he knew that Moloch wasn't one to be happy to be ignorant in such a situation, particularly in front of a man like Arkaelus. His brother did not like showing weakness.

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Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai Character Portrait: Kallias Markus
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"No, I have not, though I have long wished to see the Land of the Fae for myself.... Is this common? Do all Fae have a human twin somewhere in this world and we are one of the fortunate pairs that meet?" Said the Drake Prince, Kallias as the King called him. Severyn pursed his lips. "No, Your Grace, This is not common, There are pairs but usually one of the two know the other exists, Changelings, they are called." Serevyn said, noting how the boy matched his own movements as if they were his own. It was....troubling as it was curious.

He couldn't be a Changeling, He was a Prince, and even still, Severyn looked different enough from the boy that it was clear he was Fae, Changelings still looked human, save for their eyes would be different and a slight point of their ears, it would be so subtle, it would be hardly noticed, Severyn was clearly Fae, and this boy, clearly human and if that wasn't so, then this boy could be his twin, a true twin, of Fae and Human Birth....but no, his father was never so curious, he would not venture out and mate with a human, least of all, allow her to bare a childern and keep on, human or not, he would have kept the human one as a slave, the mother too.

What was this? How did this clearly mortal boy, share his face.

Tenanye smiled at the King, Severyn noticed out of the corner of his eye.

"Forgive us, we are young by Fae standards, I only just succeeded my mother, ten of your years ago, in that time, no Changelings were created...." Tenanye said and Severyn didn't hear her, not really

"Do you have allergies? Rowan Berries, perhaps?" Severyn offered, stroking his chin with his arms folded.
"Witch hazel? Does it make you sneeze? Primeroses, do they make you itch? Iron does it make you weak?" He went on,
'Ah!, Oatmeal, Do you like oatmeal?"

"Severyn.... That's enough." Tenanye said, and Severyn realized his mistake, he should not have said how many ways to repel faeries in front of mortal men, though Iron was rather well known, the others weren't. He stood straight and cleared his throat.
He had to know....

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai
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"Forgive me, I have not." Empress Tenanye said, before the Blue Faery's attention was turned to her left, where Xiao Jingshen had been.Father Superior was beginning with worry again as the Empress informed him that she hadnā€™t seen Niven either.

"That girl is more fae then she knows." Empress Tenanye muttered.

"Easy, Empress, We'll find her." Severyn said, a gentle hand on her shoulder. "She should be Nanji, see through him." he suggested and Tenanye nodded. Tenanye excused herself to the Blue Faery, and Severyn stood behind her, keeping her upright as her dark irises dispersed, bleeding a black ink across the whites of her eyes.

Blue nodded in response with a warm and patient smile. As she checked on young Xiao Blue had hoped that maybe Xiao had encountered the young Faery Niven in her wanderings. Tenanye reported that Xiao was alright and Blue was relieved to hear that at least one of the missing faeā€™s whereabouts where now known. However still there was no sign of Niven.

Blue was deciding if he was going to excuse himself and continue his search for Niven when his thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the King of Khalidor and the Drake King. Blue turned to face the regal mortals as they neared, his dragonfly like wings fluttering swiftly behind him. His hands clasped in front of him as he began pondering if he would change size to that he was on equal footing with the mortals. Blue felt that pixies sometimes tended to make mortals uncomfortable when small. Humans never seemed to mind if they were in the middle of a crisis but in a situation such as this it was probably better to be human size as opposed to being roughly the size of oneā€™s head. Still hadnā€™t shifted size yet.

As Father Superior scanned the group he saw few things that swiftly caught his attention. Upon looking at the young Drake prince he also realized that he bore a striking resemblance to the Fae Prince Severyn. Blue glanced back and forth between the two in astonishment. Blue was on friendly terms with Severynā€™s father but he was never told about any secret dealing his father may have had involving the nobility of Drake. Blue was also saddened at the sight of the Drake king because he was reminded of a secret involving his parentā€™s murder. Blue had gotten wind of Valenā€™s hand in the murder of the former rulers of Drake but was pretty sure that the young King had no knowledge of who provided the magic poison that was later used in his parentsā€™ murder, magic knew magic and dark magic definitely had an effect on the Drake kingdom. Blue closed his eyes briefly as he refocused his thoughts.

"I am Tenanye Ananse, First of my name, Empress of Anansai, Queen of the Soliatry Fae." Tenanye said with a gracious curtsy. "This i s Severyn Alderson, Third of his Name, Royal Adviser and Prince of the Seelie Fae." She said, and bit her lip. "My sister and Lady in Waiting, will be arrive shortly, Curious little thing, she ventured off it seems, finding your home to be quite the wonder."


"I am Moloch Markus, the Chosen of Kiel, the King of Drake and my brother is Kallias, Prince of Drake. The older man with us is Cyrus of the Circle of Magi and our most esteemed adviser. We are honored to meet you and greet you in friendship." At Tenanyeā€™s words on her sister, Moloch could not help but smile slightly. "I know a little something about curious siblings. They can be a handful," he said dryly. Kallias glared at him while Cyrus could not help but laugh.
As the Fae Prince Severyn and the Human Prince Kallias questioned one another, still in astonishment of their striking resemblance Blue grinned attempting to hold back a chuckle. Heā€™d never seen Severyn steeped in such childlike curiosity before. The Empress explained to the Drake King and his companions that there were no changelings created as of recently and about her and the Princeā€™s age according to fae standards. Father superior was much older in comparison however he was blessed to not show any sign of considerable aging in quite some time.

Blue looked on in amusement as the Fae Prince Severyn burrowed deeper in his investigation of the young Human Prince Kallias. The barrage of questions began. "Do you have allergies? Rowan Berries, perhaps?" Severyn offered, stroking his chin with his arms folded.
"Witch hazel? Does it make you sneeze? Primeroses, do they make you itch? Iron does it make you weak?" Severyn went on,
'Ah!, Oatmeal, Do you like oatmeal?"

Father Superiorā€™s eyes widened as he watched Severyn go on. The Fae Princeā€™s questioning was swiftly becoming a full blown interrogation. Father Superior was being reminded of Nivenā€™s impulsiveness. This comparison was something Blue never in a century though he would draw between the often composed Fae Prince Severyn and the often impertinent Wishing Star Faery Niven . Niven was the one Faery to give Father Superior the most trouble as of late.

"Severyn.... That's enough." Tenanye said, and Severyn realized his mistake.

Blue, having realized the need for another topic Segway, took this time to introduce himself. He decided this would be better if he grew to human size so in a blue flash the transformation took place. It was but a flicker of a few seconds but Blue now stood human size. He gave his shoulders a quick shake and his dragonfly like wings seemed to dissipate away like pixie dust in the wind. ā€œYour majesties I am Luin Elen, the Blue Faery. I am Father Superior of the Wishing Star Faeries of Anansai. I am also here with a young faery who has wandered away at present. It is with humbleness that I greet you.

Although Blue had not intended to attend the summit as a representative, it would be seen as rude if he were to back out now. He was in it for the long haul. However as opposed to his initial feelings about attending, Niven earlier burning curiosity on the matter was beginning to catch on to him as well.

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Character Portrait: Dorian Ursuul Character Portrait: Kiran, Prince of Ashkara Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery
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There were so many royals who had gathered in such a short time. He had expected the arrival of these representatives to be much different. He was also amazed by the fae. When he sent the letter, he honestly didn't expect Tenanye to come. No one in Khalidor have had official contact with Anansai and everyone was keen on learning what kind of goods could be gained from the fae. Arkaelus had heard rumors that fae trade for knowledge. The only thing he was unwilling to trade was the knowledge of mass producing gunpowder and steel, a dangerous tool that had to be kept to Khalidor for its safety.

"Greetings to you all!" Arkaelus spoke up. "I'm glad that you've made it safely. There should only be a few more guests arriving. May I suggest that we go to the palace? I have prepared a wonderful Khalidoran feast for you all with entertainment to boot!" He wanted the small crowd of royals to be treated properly, that is with fine food and pleasurable accommodations.


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The city was in chaos, but as resistance was dying down so were the soldiers fighting. As Dorian walked to the docks he saw a ship of interest. A foreign ship. An Ashkara ship, one with guards. That meant the royals were on that ship. Bad luck had plagued him, especially if his cousin caught word of this. He called the soldiers to stop what they were doing and form up at the docks. There were calls across the streets of orders from the general.

"Greetings my lords." Dorian spoke loudly to the princes. Being careful not to get too close. "This town has revolted, I expect due to some greedy merchant, so I have been sent to take it back. I'm surprised to see you all here and not in Jodan....." He paused. He knew there were three princes. Ahkil the crowned, Skander the competent, but Kiran the younger was not there. There was a distressed look on the face of their guards.

"Where is prince Kiran?" Dorian asked them. He turned his head to his troops gathering behind him. Nearly eight hundred were shambling to their formations. That meant there were still some within the city. He hoped the prince was in the boat, the last thing he needed was an incident.

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Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai
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As Kallias was overwhelmed with questions from his Fae look-alike, Moloch could not help but commit said Fae's words to memory. While he did not intend to wage war against the Fae, it never hurt to store away knowledge for later use, particularly as not all Fae were a hundred percent obedient to their Empress. Take Severyn's father for example... He caught Tenanye's disapproving tone when she spoke of him.

Soon enough, Arkaelus ushered them into the palace for refreshments and entertainment. Moloch was grateful that he did not take the opportunity to embarrass himself or Kallias over Kallias' now questionable origins. He was no fool. There had to have been some Fae involvement in Kallias' development in the womb if not at his very conception.

Kallias, meanwhile, was shaking his head at Severyn's questions. Still, he grinning madly.

"I'm sure the Circle of Magi would be happy to examine the two of us. You must visit Drake City."

Moloch raised an eyebrow as he took a goblet of wine from a bowing servant.

"There are mages who can be trusted," he noted. He nodded at Severyn, Tenanye, and the Blue Faery, who had arrived amidst the excitement of Kallias' and Severyn's appearances.

"The invitation is open for any Fae who comes in friendship," he stated, measuring his words carefully. The lore was vague on invitations given to Fae, but he knew that they could not lie and to accept his invitation would entail accepting his parameters. Or, so he hoped. At any rate, he would note extend an invitation to openly malevolent or suspicious Fae such as the Dark Faery of Valen Alus or his blood.

He turned to Arkaelus and raised his glass in toast. It was only right and proper to acknowledge their gracious host.

"To the Khalidor's hospitality."

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Character Portrait: Arim Funar Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Valen Mori Elen Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Aada Funar
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__Valen Mori Elen__

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As Zexen and Valen exited their carriage Zexen took in the scenery. The city of Jordan was very large. Zexen admired the architecture of the structures. It had been many years since he had last visited Khalidor. He always noted it as being a land of stone. Valen Alus used a far different material for most of its structures. Sandstone was commonly utilized, many brick and clay structures could be seen in Valen Alus. However Khalidor was much different, stone paved streets and even the air was cold like stone. ā€œPerhaps I shall go on holiday here one day.ā€ Zexen said to his father Valen.

Valen smirked and replied, ā€œSo you can spend the entirety of the Holiday getting to the bottom of Khalidorā€™s wine vessels? Indeed.ā€ Valen chuckled. Zexen rolled his eyes and smiled at his fatherā€™s joke. Zexen wasnā€™t initially thinking about the wine but now that it was mentioned that simply sealed the deal as to him making plans.

The Royals were ushered into the palace where a lavish banquet awaited them. Valen, Zexen, and the Cinnabar Royals Arim and Aada had arrived there after those hailing from Anansai and Drake City. Upon entering the grand room, Valen stopped suddenly. He could feel powerful Miracle Based Faery Magic. This magic he had not encountered in a very long time. His eyes darted to and from scanning all present in the room and his heart felt as if and arrow had pierced it. He saw the Blue Faery for the first time in over a century. ā€œLuinā€¦ā€ he whispered to himself. Valen had not counted on anyone from Anansai being present at a human Trade Summit, however there stood Empress Tenanye and Prince Severyn alongside the very person he was afraid to face, The Blue Faery.

Valen also noted the presence of Moloch the King of Drake and his younger brother. Valen remembered the anxious and desperate nobles that assassinated the Drake kingā€™s parents. They came to Valen wanting to strike a deal for a way to kill the former King and Queen. Valen remembered conjuring a poison that was swift and merciless. Looking upon the Drake King now, Valen could see that he was strong of heart but it was not without its fair share of darkness. He wondered what his future with the Drake king would entail.

Zexen noticed his father stop cold as if he were staring at death itself. Looking on curiously, he addressed Valen. ā€œFather, are you alright?ā€

Valen quickly pulled himself together and flashed a quick smile. ā€œYes and no. I wasnā€™t expecting Anansai nobles to be present here. Seeing the young Empress and Prince brings back memories.ā€ Valenā€™s reply heavily omitted his biggest cause of anxiety, The Blue Faery.

Zexen was excited to see fae from Anansai. He didnā€™t often encounter his kind elsewhere in the world. He was already cooking up a plan to speak with every person from Anansai present to get information on his origins. Surely someone knew something, he thought. He then noticed the Blue Faery. He turned to his father as he spoke, ā€œIt is The Blue Faery. I didnā€™t think heā€™d be here.ā€

Valenā€™s eyes widened in shock at what he had just heard. ā€œHow do YOU know of him?ā€ Valen quickly inquired. His heart was racing. It was extremely rare when he felt nervous like this.

Zexen gave an arrogant smirk. ā€œWeā€™ve met before.ā€ Zexen, like a rebellious teenager, took a little pride in the fact that he got around a rule.

Valen frowned angrily. ā€œI had expressly forbidden anyone in Valen Alus to call upon Wishing Star Faeries. When did you,ā€œ Valen was interrupted by Zexen.

ā€œI didnā€™t call upon him in our kingdom. I was in Athedale at the time we met. I broke no law.ā€ Zexen replied smugly.

Valen discreetly grabbed Zexenā€™s arm and pulled him closer. ā€œWhat need had you of Father Superior?ā€ Valenā€™s tone was quiet and dark. He was not happy at all. However his anger would turn into concern with Zexenā€™s reply.

Zexenā€™s smug smile faded and was replaced with a melancholy stare. ā€œI tricked him into helping do something very dark. And I regret that I did such a heart blackening thing.ā€ Zexen lowered his eyes to the floor now feeling ashamed of his dark secret.

Valen worried about what his son had not told him. Something bad had happened that he was not aware of. However they had not the time to deal with it at the present moment. Valen placed a hand on Zexenā€™s shoulder reassuringly. ā€œMy son, whatever it is we will conquer it together. You neednā€™t worry anymore. Now letā€™s not be bad guests hm.ā€ Valen wanted to make sure his son was at peace so he set aside his anxiety. Zexen felt relieved and returned to a more normal disposition for himself.

Valen and Zexen approached the Nobles of Anansai. Valen bowed to the Empress. ā€œGreeting Empress Tenanye. It has been many years since weā€™ve last seen one another. I regret not being able to attend your coronation as Empress. Majesties and Luin appear to be well.ā€ Valen tried to hold it together and keep composed in front of Blue. It wasnā€™t very easy.

Blue was heavily flustered to see Valen. He wanted to shed tears but he held them at bay. However he couldnā€™t mask the look of longing on his face. ā€œValenā€¦ā€ Blue spoke quietly as he gazed upon his former lover. ā€œHow are you?ā€ Blue continued.

ā€œI am very well. Iā€™d like you all to meet my son. He informed me that you two have already met apparently.ā€ Valen replied. He had gained his fortitude back. He knew flaunting a son in front of Blue would make him assume that Valen had fallen in love with another and produced a child.
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__Luin Elen/ Father Superior__
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When Zexen had stepped forward and Father Superior saw him he remembered him and the event in which they met. ā€œI do indeed remember you child. I had no idea that Valen was your father.ā€ Father superior began to recall the vent in which they met.

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It was a night bathe in blue moonlight. Much was quiet in the atmosphere of Athedale. Zexen had wandered out side into the nightā€™s forest. Zexen was desperate for a way to get his revenge on the commander for making him end his friendā€™s life. However the commander was slowly dying of a poisoned wound. Zexen knew he didnā€™t have much time left if he was going to make the commander Suffer the same feeling of loss he had. Zexen, needed to save the commander so that heā€™d have more time. Zexen sought out the Blue Star and called out ā€œLuin Elen, I call upon the Blue Faery.ā€ Father Superior had heard the call of his name, Luin Elen. He soon appeared before Zexen. Zexen looked in amazement. ā€œWow you really came.ā€ He said sounding in disbelief.

ā€œI know when Iā€™m needed.ā€ Father Superior replied as he, in pixie size, flew before Zexen. ā€œI can see child that you are not untouched by darkness. What is it that I can do for you young Fae?ā€ Father Superior asked. It was highly unusual for a Fae to ask for a wish from faeries. He knew that Zexen was definitely a Faery but lacked the feeling of one that dwelled in Anansai.

Zexen replied, ā€œI want to save my commander. Heā€™s been mortally poisoned and I donā€™t think there is a remedy to cure him of it and to save his life. Please help me save him. He canā€™t be allowed to die.ā€ Zexen was desperate. He needed to keep the commander alive so he could one day have his revenge. ā€œHe canā€™t die.ā€ He pleaded again.

Blue held his wand clasped in between his clasped hands and responded in a nurturing manner. ā€œIt is the way of the world young one.ā€

Zexen stepped a little closer. ā€œThere must be SOMETHING you can do.ā€ Zexen was nowhere near ready to give up. He was going to have his way one way or the other. Father Superior averted his gaze to the side and shook his head. Zexen knew that mannerism well. His father would do it when he wanted to refrain from divulging information and he couldnā€™t lie. ā€œYou know something donā€™t you? What arenā€™t you telling me?ā€ Zexen pushed the matter further.

Blue was couldnā€™t get around granting the wish as Zexen used his full name to summon him. Father Superior let out a heavy sigh and replied. ā€œI may be able to conjure a remedy that will save his life using magic that is forbidden to faeries in all but only the most dire of circumstances. You must promise to never tell anyone about this. No one must ever know.ā€

Zexen shook his head in compliance. ā€œYes anything!ā€ He responded eagerly.

Father Superior continued, ā€œTo save a life that is beyond salvation is to cheat death, one of the darkest of undertakings. Alas all magic comes with a price.ā€ Father Superior pointed his wand and a double sided candle began to hover in front of Zexen. It had white wax on one end and dark colored wax on the other. Zexen grabbed it and began examining it. ā€œThis candle will allow you to trade the life of one for another. You must hold the candle over the heart of the one you wish to sacrifice and whisper their name. Once the candle is lit that personā€™s life will be traded for the person you wish to save.ā€

Zexen replied, ā€œWait I have to choose who dies? What if I canā€™t do it?ā€

Father Superior looked Zexen in the eyes. ā€œThen the commander will die. However death is a part of the natural order of things. You shouldnā€™t interfere. You will darken your heart if you do this. I beg you not to use the candle.ā€

Zexen had an idea. This would essentially solve his problem. The sacrifice would be someone important to the commander, his son. Zexen held the candle close to him. ā€œI can do this and I will do this. Thank you for your help. I must go, I have a sacrifice to make.ā€ Zexen said, he then ran off with the candle leaving Father Superior with a heavy feeling of regret.

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince Character Portrait: Father Superior The Blue Faery Character Portrait: Arkaelus Ursuul Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; Empress of Anansai
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"Greetings to you all!" The King of Khalidor spoke. Tenanye gave a gracious smile, though her heard was thundering in her chest. She knew Xiao Jingshen was safe, but it didn't stop her from worrying. Her sister was so green, so new to the world. She feared, for she was so naive. "I'm glad that you've made it safely. There should only be a few more guests arriving. May I suggest that we go to the palace? I have prepared a wonderful Khalidoran feast for you all with entertainment to boot!" He said and Tenanye nodded, as she and her procession moved along. Severyn seemed overly thrilled to be moving his feet as he and Kallis continued to speak.

ā€œGreeting Empress Tenanye. It has been many years since weā€™ve last seen one another. I regret not being able to attend your coronation as Empress. Majesties and Luin appear to be well.ā€ Spoke Valen, A Wishing Star Fae, long since exiled. She knew his tale, and knew it well but she kept up the pleasantries. "There is nothing to regret, Valen." She said, her voice even and composed, though she purposely did not address any titles. She did not take kindly to those who thought to destroy her people and she was fairly certian he was one of them. A measly wishing star calling himself King. It was laughable. V

ā€œValenā€¦ā€ Blue spoke and Tenanye decided to turn away. She heard the longing in his voice that turned her stomach. Not for their gender, but for Blue was a good soul, deserved love, and he would not get it with Valen, the self proclaimed Dark Faery.

ā€œI am very well. Iā€™d like you all to meet my son. He informed me that you two have already met apparently.ā€ Valen said, introducing the young lad lingering by. Tenanye gave a short nod, and let it at that, turning her attention to Severyn then.

"I'm sure the Circle of Magi would be happy to examine the two of us. You must visit Drake City." He said and Severyn nodded. Tenanye wasn't so sure about this arrangement, she would not have Severyn running off to some foreign land, to be examined by mortals, fueled by curiosity.

"There are mages who can be trusted," he noted, Tenanye resisted the urge to narrow her dark eyes. She now understood Severyn's early discomfort. With Xiao Jingshen off Mother knows where, Servern hoping to uncover some new mystery, she felt uneasy. She closed her eyes, for a moment, and took a calming breath before opening them again.

"The invitation is open for any Fae who comes in friendship," He said, his words chosen thoughtfully. This was not lost on Tenanye, nor was it on Severyn. There was something disconcerting about the way they spoke. The Fae weren't a complete mystery to the outside world, and with Severyn's word, they knew more about then that they should have. Tenanye liked the mystery, she liked not being known. It gave her power, with them knowing much more then she anticipated, it made her unease, and a feel a bit vulnerable.
Moloah then rose a toast to the host.
"To the Khalidor's hospitality." He said and as she took her seat at the table prepared for them. She left a seat open for her sister at left. "To hospitality." She said, raising a glass with a gracious bow of her head.

It was then, that Honeythorn and Xiao Jingshen came barreling into the room, causing Tenanye to shoot to her feet. Worry was etched on her features, her body stiff and rigid but she held firm. "Everyone, My sister, Princess Xiao Jingshen Ananse." She spoke, and the pale girls face blushed a hot pink. "My Lords." She said, with a breath, giving a regal curtsy. " Forgive my absence, I became lost" She said sheepishly. Tenanye noted how the end of the girl's dress was marred with dirt and sand, all the way up to her knees, as if she'd been kneeling in it. Tenanye held her calm. "Come, Sister, Sit." She said, waving her over, holding out her arm. Xiao Jingshen quickly made her way over and sat in the seat left for her and Tenanye took her seat as well. "Are you alright, Little Sparrow?" Severyn asked in a hushed tone. "mm" Xiao Jingshen, seeming to hold back a smile. "I made a friend." She said, whispering back, smiling large. "You did?" Tenanye and Severyn asked at the same time. " Mhm. I did, something happened, he helped me, so I gave him a kiss."

" You what?" Tenanye gasped. There were two types of kisses, and neither of them were preferable at the moment.

"he saved me, I owed him." She said and it was those words that told Tenanye which kiss she gave, though it did nothing for the stress the stiffened her back.

"We'll speak of this later." She told her and Xiao Jingshen was quiet.

Xiao Jinghsen then looked aroudn the room, and noticed Kallias. She blinked, looked from him to Severn, then to him again, and back to Severyn once more. "He looks like-"
Tenanye rose a hand to quiet her. "Not now." Tenanye said, taking a breath to center herself.
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Tenanye rose then. "My Lord, Arkalus, In honor of our first venture out unto your world, and you, so graciously hosting us, We, The Fae of Anansai, have brought you the gift of our song." She announced, " With your blessing, once the other Lords and Ladies arrive, My sister, The Princess and the Finest Singer in Anansai, shall sing and dance it for you." She said and Xiao Jingshen shot to her feet. "My sister is much too kind, I shall do my best." She said, bowed and sat down again. Tenanye could feel the girl's nerves beside her but left it alone.

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Character Portrait: Dorian Ursuul Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Arim Funar Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Valen Mori Elen
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ā–‰__Zexen Tiberius__Elen__ā–‰

__Valen Mori Elen__


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Zexen was in awe of the Empress of Anansai. She was very beautiful and graceful. A funny little smile crept across his face as she nodded to him. He could see that there must have been some form of dynamics between her and his father. It was becoming really apparent that Valen had not left Anansai of his own accord. However what exactly happened to spark his departure and migration to present day Valen Alus?

Zexen thought back to the moment Valen and Father Superior greeted one another. He noted the odd exchange between the two. Zexen was beginning to see that the two had some form of complicated history. He knew that Father Superior seemed to make his father nervous seeing that Valen was aggressively against the summoning of wishing star faeries. But the real question was why. Zexenā€™s eyes toggled back and forth between the two and he noted, that they acted like separated ex-lovers. Zexenā€™s eyes narrowed. He tapped his father on the arm lightly, ā€œFather a word.ā€

ā€œYes.ā€ Valen replied as he was beginning to sit down.

Zexen took his seat next to his father, and made sure that Father Superior would sit on the other side of him. ā€œWhatā€™s the nature of your relation to Father Superior?ā€ He asked quietly.

Valen rolled his eyes slightly, his attempt at belittling the inquiry. ā€œLong and extremely complicated.ā€

Zexen smirked, ā€œI figured that would be your answer. Very well, I just wanted to get hear your response to the question before I asked him.ā€ Zexen immediately looked over toward Blue, who was getting settled in his seat. Just before Zexen could ask a question he saw a beautiful young fae woman enter the room. She caught the full attention of Empress Tenanye who immediately stood to her feet. Zexen felt that the Empress, in that moment, resembled his father when he was impatiently awaiting Zexenā€™s return from an excursion. The young man snickered a little looking at the event.

Tenanye rose then. "My Lord, Arkalus, In honor of our first venture out unto your world, and you, so graciously hosting us, We, The Fae of Anansai, have brought you the gift of our song." She announced, " With your blessing, once the other Lords and Ladies arrive, My sister, The Princess and the Finest Singer in Anansai, shall sing and dance it for you." She said and Xiao Jingshen, the young fae woman, shot to her feet. "My sister is much too kind, I shall do my best." She said, bowed and sat down again.

Zexen was much interested in seeing the young sister of the empress sing and dance. He wondered if the dances of Anansai were anything like the dances of Valen Alus. Moloch proposed a toast and everyone drank to it. Zexen couldnā€™t help but notice an exceptionally pleased look fall upon Valenā€™s face. He knew his father was interested in consulting for the Drake king. Zexen looked Moloch up and down in assessment. He had heard a lot about that man but had never before seen him in person. Zexen could tell that Moloch earned every bit of respect he commanded. The revelation only made Zexen begin to feel a bit in over his head.

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Father Superior leaned a little closer toward Zexen. He spoke quietly, ā€œWith you always is a kingā€™s heart. Never lose faith in that strength dear. Itā€™ll carry you through the darkest of moments.ā€

Zexen felt like he saw a light at the end of a dark tunnel. He looked over to Blue and smiled. ā€œThank you Father Superior. I needed to hear that.ā€ Zexen took a moment and then spoke again, ā€œI also wanted to apologize to you for what I asked you to do before. You were right it was a heart darkening deed I set out upon and I regret having done what I did.ā€ Zexen took a big drink from his glass.

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ā€œWorry not, you may have lost your way for a moment but you are back on the right path. No one is immune to darkness. I myself broke a rule doing what I did that day. You reminded me of a time when I could have held on to someone dear to me by breaking a rule and fighting for them. Instead I gave up on them, something I regret doing.ā€ Blue responded with a melancholy expression. Valen overheard the conversation and upon hearing Blueā€™s words he quietly closed his eyes to take it all in. Trying to keep up the appearance that he wasnā€™t listening he turned to look about the room.

Zexen replied, ā€œIā€™m sure you did the right thing back then. Youā€™re not head of the Nuns and Monks of Anansai for nothing.ā€ Zexen said with a chuckle. The wishing star faeries were known to be something akin to monks and nuns in the Anansai realm.

ā€œWell dear that is what I tell myself.ā€ Blue responded with a light smile.

Valen took a moment to approach Moloch. ā€œMoloch Markus, King of the magnificent Drake City. May I express my sincere desire to one day serve as a consultant to your cause whatever it may be. The magic of Valen Alus may be of service to you. You remind me of your parents, strong of both heart and will. I owe a debt to them, I would like to repay that debt by assisting you. If you decide on it, let me know.ā€ Valen soon returned to his table.

"Zexen..." Arkaelus began, as the prince was closer to his chair. Zexen was a bit surprised to be called. He turned to address the voice and it was of the King of Khalidor himself Arkaelus. He looked far more mature and had much more presence since he last saw him years ago.

Zexen responded somewhat shyly, ā€œYes your majesty.ā€ Zexen knew he wasnā€™t technically royalty like many of the others being kings, empresses and the like. His father simply claimed to be the Lord of his nation and Zexen was a young lord, a noble in their kingdom. Zexen tried to make sure he addressed people properly and in a way befitting his status.

The Khalidor King continued, "I've heard that you're quite the warrior and I was wondering if you would hear out a request? My cousin Dorian is always looking for a good sparring partner and I think you would be just right. I don't believe you've met him, but he'll be here later. Anyway I'm sure that both of you could learn some new techniques from one another, after all it would be the best of Khalidor and the best of Valen Alus."

Zexen felt flattered to be called the best warrior in his country especially from a foreigner. It was true that he rarely lost a match with some of the best warriors in Valen Alus. He was excellently trained by Peregrine Le Buque. Zexen was unaware that he had a reputation of combat prowess abroad. He hoped that he wasnā€™t blushing. ā€œI am most honored by your request your majesty. I accept. I can only hope that I am a challenge for Sir Dorian. I look forward to meeting him. I also wanted to express how much I admire the architecture here in your kingdom. It is very regal. I would like to visit here on holiday sometime soon.ā€ Zexen took another drink from his cup.

Valen was most proud of his son. He gave a glance toward Father Superior who quietly watched Zexen with a smile. Valen couldnā€™t help but wonder how much, if anything, did Father Superior actually know about Zexen. Given Blueā€™s rule as the Superior sage of wishing star faeries he had a connection to a higher powered entity in Anansai that gave him insight on certain things that others didnā€™t have. However Valen seemed sure that Father Superior had no knowledge of the truth behind his secret.

Valen took this moment to present his gift to Arkaelus. ā€œKing Arkaelus, Zexen and I would like to present you with a gift for your invitation to this summit, and for being a kind host to us.ā€ Valen then presented the ring. ā€œThis, my lord, is a magic ring most rare. It is called Binding Agreement. When wearing this ring any deals you make become binding when you and the other party shake hands. The party who breaks their end of the bargain with suffer an unfortunate happening as punishment. May your future deals be honest and true.ā€ Valen handed the ring box over to Valen with a relaxed smile.

Father Superior cringed a little, ā€œI see some things seldom change with time.ā€ He said quietly as he folded his arms. He decided that he no longer wished to watch Valen back in his old habit of dangling darkness in front of mortals. He stepped over to the royals of Cinnabar. He bowed, ā€œGreeting your majesties. Iā€™m Father Superior of the wishing star faeries of Anansai. I wanted to express to you that your people are quite the dreamers. The wishes that come from the citizens of Cinnabar are so full of hope and pure intention. That is a sign of a gentle leader. I felt that was something you should know, to cherish and to nurture within your kingdom.ā€

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Arim Funar Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Valen Mori Elen Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince
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Moloch was surprised to find that he felt a certain amount of sadness as he saw the brief look of distrust on Empress Tenanye's before she returned his toast and offered a gift of song and dance to their host. He did not feel any malice towards the Fae. He simply couldn't afford to leave himself or his people vulnerable. Still, wariness on the part of one's peers was good, Moloch reminded himself. It meant that there was respect there and with respect came fear, unfortunately, but fear was necessary. If that lunatic in Valyria did not fear Moloch, then his people would be in danger.

As they moved to leave, Kallias opened his mouth to say something to his new Fae twin, but words failed him, particularly as the singing and dancing began. He felt something grab hold of his heart as his mind turned to memories of simpler times. A gentle laugh, a strong grip on his shoulder, the gentle teasing of a voice before it lost its innocence and laughter... He felt a single tear run down his cheek, but he did not move to wipe it away. He looked upon the Fae with a new appreciation. Even his brother looked impressed, though he still maintained a regal expression, never forgetting that he was a king. Again, Kallias felt something clench his heart, but there was no pleasure in it this time. Could Moloch ever really let down his guard.

The sound of clapping interrupted his thoughts.

"Remarkable, simply remarkable. The Fae are, as always, beyond this world," Cyrus mused, clapping his old hands together. Kallias looked at his old tutor in surprise.

"Have you encountered them before?"

"Oh, a few times. Each was more magical than the others," Cyrus stated with a small smile. Kallias opened his mouth to say that that didn't make any sense whatsoever, but the old man waved him away.

"Later, my prince, later..."

Kallias nodded, but was surprised to find that a man had approached his brother without him noticing. He shivered. Kallias wasn't sure he liked the man.

ā€œMoloch Markus, King of the magnificent Drake City. May I express my sincere desire to one day serve as a consultant to your cause whatever it may be. The magic of Valen Alus may be of service to you. You remind me of your parents, strong of both heart and will. I owe a debt to them, I would like to repay that debt by assisting you. If you decide on it, let me know.ā€

Moloch looked thoughtful and very suspicious, but Kallias knew that he would speak to him later. It wasn't like him to pass over a new ally without a thought. Cyrus had frowned. That magi obviously did not think much of the man.

"Come, now, my king. This isn't the time to ask the Darkness what favors it might grant you," the old magi half-teased, half-warned, "Instead, take a look towards the Light. That must be the Princess Aada of Cinnabar. She has created quite a stir, even among the Circle of Magi."

Reluctantly, Moloch felt his gaze shift from the Dark Faery and over on to the Royalty of Cinnabar. His gaze fell upon the princess, as Cyrus had intended. She was quite beautiful, he noted, and he dress was designed to accentuate the beauty, giving her the appearance of a flame. He felt himself raise an eyebrow during the course of her and her brother's conversation with Father Superior. Her expression matched her appearance if only a for a moment. It was like a fire trying to break free from its confines and one need only look to her side to find what those confines might be. He found it intriguing.

"Kallias, you seem subdued. Go, enjoy the celebration..."

"But, oh, yes, of course, brother," Kallias murmured, attempting to reach the Fae. He wanted to see if Severyn enjoyed the same type of wine he did anyway.

Cyrus smiled mischievously and Moloch gave his old tutor a look. Nonetheless, they both rose to meet the Royals of Cinnabar. The magi chuckled.

"Believe me, you do not want to face an angry mob, Your Grace. One can be more dangerous than a hundred knights. May I present King Moloch Markus of Drake."

"It is a pleasure," Moloch greeted, his eyes still favoring Princess Aada, though he took a moment to take the measure of King Arim. He looked the part of the king, but was he really one in spirit as well as fact? He bowed his head respectfully.

"Your fire is most delightful," he told the princess, "Though, I confess, I know little of Cinnabar."

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Arim Funar Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Valen Mori Elen Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince
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Nemu approached the gates of the castle in which the trade summit was taking place, her duel pairs of bodyguards in their dark cowls obscuring her and guarding her from prying eyes. The guards who stood at attention to their approach eyed them suspiciously, clearly unwilling to allow the darkly clad strangers entrance to a summit of royals.
"Beat it you lot, only royalty and their representatives are permitted access to the summit, take yourselves elsewhere." Their leader said, a burly man in a slightly more ostentatious version of the guards apparel.
"I am here representing my master." Nemu said, coming to a stop before the growing crowd of guards, her four mammoth attendants dwarfing even the largest of the cities watchmen.
"Oh yeah, and who would that be darling, your pimp?" One of them said, eliciting a scattered mutter of laughter amongst the group.
Nemu waited for the noise to die down before answering, her voice toneless, "I serve my master, Tsarvin Sphex, lord of the Wyrmspire and Master of the Wastes."
There was a collective paling of faces and mutters of disbelief, the name was a byword for terror and agony, her masters unnaturally long life allowing plenty of time for the cultivation of rumour, of myth, of nightmares.
"I am to believe the summit is open to all rulers? My Master is indisposed, and has sent me in his stead. I assume there is no problem with this?" Nemu said, oblivious to the effect she was having.
"How Do I know you're telling the truth?" The guardsman said, rattled but not shaken from his duty.
Nemu reached up and removed her cowl, causing a collected gasp of horror and a few gags of lost stomachs. Beneath her cowl, her face was its usual appearance, but above that, six, four inch long glass capsules stood in duel lines down her shaven skull. Each one was two inches in diameter, and contained a virulent green fluid with swirls of red blood, but it was what floated within each capsule that horrified the guards. Inside each glass container, floating in the green fluid, was a chunk of brain matter, connected up to various tubes and sinewy strands of organic matter that lead down into her skull. The horrific pieces of neuro-synaptic tissue twitching occasionally. A last minute addition to her body from Sphex, he had deemed that when working on her own, She would require the extra grey matter to assist in understanding and adapting to changing intellectual discussion.
He would remove it once she returned. The heightened mental capacity was not something she needed on a permanent bases.
"I trust this will suffice as proof of whom I serve?" Nemu said, her head cocking to the side.
"Ye-... uh, Yes, Yes, please, enter, the rest of the delegations have almost all arrived."
Nemu replaced her cowl, much to the thanks of the green city guard, "Thank you." Without another word she strode past the guards and into the castle, her accelerated brain capacity whirring as she took in the unnatural stimuli from her secondary brain segments, processing feelings and emotions she had not encountered in an age. She did not like it. She wished for the simplicity of her purpose, when there was only the master, only he that mattered. It was alright, he would relieve her of them once her task was complete. Maybe he would even reward her.
Against all of psycho-conditioning she had been subjected too, the influence of her secondary brains influenced her muscular movements.
She smiled.
Her movements were unimpeded as she and her cohort moved towards the hall where a mortified servant had told her the royal dignitaries were meeting, only being stopped in a chamber before the hall, where a number of palace guards tentatively stopped her. Once her own guards were given the order to remain outside, and she had been checked for any OBVIOUS signs of armament, she was permitted to enter.
The doors swung open and she was led in by man in fine robes who announced her arrival, as no doubt he had done all the dignitaries before him, "The uhh... The Lady Nemu, representing the interests of her master... Tsarvin Sphex..." He finished with a half terrified, half disgusted look upon his face. Sphex was a creature of nightmares, a monster children were warned of, some did not believe he even existed.
"Greetings, my lords and ladies," Nemu said, stepping forward with short, jerky steps, her elbows bent and hands clasped before her, stiff and artificial, "I am here so I may convey the will of my master." She bent and gave a jerky, stiff curtsey, which inadvertently pulled back her hood to reveal the grisly augmentation along her scalp, "It is a honour."

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Character Portrait: Xiao Jingshen Ananse Character Portrait: Arim Funar Character Portrait: Zexen Tiberius Elen Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Valen Mori Elen Character Portrait: Severyn Alderson; Seelie Prince
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__(The Blue Faery)__

ā–‰__Zexen Tiberius__Elen__ā–‰

__Valen Mori Elen__


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"Thank you for your kind words, Father. I hope that my people are content, it's all a King can truly wish for. An angry populace makes for uncertain times, something we could all do without." Arim responded as he and Aada spoke with Father Superior. Blue had high hopes for the Kingdom of Cinnabar.

Father Superior turned to acknowledge the King of Drake as he and the older magi approached. ā€œMay I present King Moloch Markus of Drake." Cyrus introduced Moloch. Father Superior looked upon the magi curiously. They had met once before a very long time ago. Neither party seemed to let on that theyā€™d ever encountered one another before.

"It is a pleasure," Moloch greeted, his eyes seemingly favoring Princess Aada, though he took a moment to take the measure of King Arim. He bowed his head respectfully.

Blue bowed to the Drake King respectfully, ā€œYour Majesty, it is an honor.ā€ he said to Moloch. Blue could tell that the king of Drake City was taken by the Cinnabar Princess. He smiled kindly. ā€œIf youā€™ll excuse me please.ā€ he said politely as he shifted to his pixie size in a blue flash. He bowed once more as he hovered in the air and then flew towards Zexen, Tenanye, Xiao, Valen and Arkaelus. Blue felt he had been human size long enough and wanted to return to what was more comfortable.

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Soon the door to the grand room opened up and another guest was about to be introduced. Father Superior could immediately feel a rush of darkness flood into the room. It was as if this cloaked person carried the energy of hell itself on their presence. He hadnā€™t felt this sort of dark energy in quite a long time, not since the before the Wastes were closed off to the rest of the world.

Zexen looked over toward the floating Blue Faery that hovered about shoulder height and asked, ā€œFather Superior whatā€™s wrong?ā€

Father Superior kept his eyes fixed on the figure and its entourage as he replied to Zexen. He materialized his wand into his hand and readied himself for the worst. ā€œDear child something VERY dark has come into our presence, hailing from a land long since closed off to the world.ā€

The Khalidoran man dressed in fine robes nervously announced the cloaked guest. "The uhh... The Lady Nemu, representing the interests of her master... Tsarvin Sphex..." He finished with a half terrified, half disgusted look upon his face.

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Valenā€™s face couldnā€™t avoid displaying the shock he felt in the pit of his stomach upon hearing the name Tsarvin Sphex. That was an entity that freaked even him out. The presence of a representative of Sphex meant that the Wastes were no longer in an isolated state. The world would once again see a new form of horror that it had long since almost forgotten. Valen hoped that the invitation sent to Tsarvin Sphex was in error. However at this point it mattered very little.

Zexen looked on curiously. ā€œIsnā€™t Tsarvin Sphex some scary story adults tell children about to keep them from getting out of bed in the middle of the night and go wondering around? But thatā€™s just a scary fable.ā€ He said to blue.

Father Superior replied quickly with an unusual hit of nervousness in his voice. ā€œOhā€¦ dear you donā€™t know what youā€™re saying. Tsarvin Sphex is a scary reality that I had hoped the world had seen the last of. Unfortunately I was wrong.ā€

Zexen seemed a bit more concerned than he was previously. Realizing that the beautiful and talented Fae Xiao was still relatively close to this feared entity he grew protectively concerned. Zexen took a few steps forward in an effort to reach Xiao. He felt compelled to safeguard the young woman. After the cloaked figure made a few obscure movements toward Xiao she stopped and spoke.

"Greetings, my lords and ladies," said the lady presented as Nemu. "I am here so I may convey the will of my master." Nemu bent, pulling back the hood she wore revealing a horrible disfigurement. "It is a honour." She said.

Xiao Jingshen gasped. ā€œBy the Mother!ā€ She rushed to her sisterā€™s side, clinging to her while Tenanye held her tight, shushing her softly. Her sister looked to their host then at the girl. Xiao Jingshen hid her face for her fear. Zexen was relieved that Xiao got away from Nemu. However he honestly felt sick looking at the disgusting state of Nemuā€™s body. He tried to be tough and keep eyes on the tortured physical form that was Nemu but he could no longer manage it and averted his gaze.

ā€œGreetings, Lady Nemu,ā€ Tenanye said, ā€œYou say, your master sent you? Tsarvin...? Who is that?ā€ She asked, her tone even, and unwavering.

Blue realized that the young Empress of Anansai had never before encountered the likes of Tsarvin Sphex. Blue remembered a time when the warring was strong in the Wastes and cries and prayers went up into the skies for days. The torment the souls there endured was immeasurable. The darkness enveloping those lands repelled any chance of the faeries to help. That realm was beyond salvation.

Valen stepped beside his son and the hovering pixie sized Father Superior and added on to Empress Tenanyeā€™s inquiry. ā€œAnd what intentions does your master wish for you to convey? What possibly would a representative of the Wastes desire to give and gain from a trade summit?ā€

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"My Master is the Alchemancer, Tsarvin Sphex," Nemu said in response to the two faeries questions, "Due to historical embargoes on my Masters realm, we have shrunk from the eye of the other nations, but we are still very much... alive." Nemu strode towards the gathered nobles who stood in attendance, particuarly the small group of various Faeries, who fascinated her greatly. Sphex had procured few Fae specimens in her time, and each time coveted them as a rare resource, as were their magical items.
"My Masters reasons for sending myself to represent him, are the same as yours. We seek trade. As you may know, Father Superior, the land that my Master controls is of little agricultural worth, and as a result of this and said... embargoes, we have had to adapt to survive. But Merely surviving is something We would wish to move on from. Despite the Wastes lack of useable lands, there is much we have to trade." She looked around at the arrayed nobles, eyeing each carefully, "Assuming you are not as squeamish as your vassal, Queen Tenanye."
Her scan of the nobles complete, her gaze jerked back to the Fae, her mouth forming a mechanical approximation of a smile, "But such discussions should be held for the summit."

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"My Master is the Alchemancer, Tsarvin Sphex," The creature spoke causing Xiao Jingshen to whimper. Tenanye hushed her softy "Due to historical embargoes on my Masters realm, we have shrunk from the eye of the other nations, but we are still very much... alive." she said approaching Tenanye and Blue, who floated nearby.
"My Masters reasons for sending myself to represent him, are the same as yours. We seek trade. As you may know, Father Superior, the land that my Master controls is of little agricultural worth, and as a result of this and said... embargoes, we have had to adapt to survive. But Merely surviving is something We would wish to move on from. Despite the Wastes lack of useable lands, there is much we have to trade." She said and Tenanye narrowed her eyes. There was something omnious about this creature, twisted and broken. "Assuming you are not as squeamish as your vassal, Queen Tenanye."
"Hardly." Was Tenanye's response.
"But such discussions should be held for the summit."

Xiao Jingshen rose up some, nearing Tenanye's ear. "She scares me, Meimei." She whispered, and Tenanye, never taking her cold eyes from Nemu.

"Be at peace, Little Sparrow, We are spiders." She told her. Her House saying, hoping to instill some family pride and strength to the girl. Severyn, seated beside Tenanye, eyed the creature as well. "Did your master, make you this way, Lady Nemu?" He asked, calmly but Tenanye could see the tension in his body. "Did you choose this?"

Severyn was always quick, and sometimes his intuition was frighteningly accurate. She didn't know how he came to this conclusion, perhaps the term "Master" but it was clear that Severyn was under the impression that this "Lady" was in fact, a slave of some fashion.

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There was not much that surprised Moloch, but the appearance of this "Lady" from the Wastes threw him off balance. Even not taking her appearance in account, he felt something sinister in her very essence. Moloch resisted the urge to shiver. He was no true magi, but the dragonblood in his veins made him sensitive to certain things.

If Moloch was uncomfortable, Cyrus was furious. Moloch could see the old man practically shaking, his usual amused expression wiped away, replaced with a grim frown and eyes as hard as daggers made of dragonbone. Cyrus stood up to reach his full height and recited bitterly,

"Oh Avalon, Avalon! Land of lush meadows and crystal streams.
Who among the living remembers your bountiful yields,
The creatures in your heart,
Or the people you took to your bosom?
Oh, Avalon, Avalon!
If I cease to sing of your memory,
Let my right hand no longer remember its strength,
Or my mind heart, mine own children!"


The old man sighed and looked upon the woman with some pity. Yet his tone broke no argument as he spoke once again.

"What can your Master offer but blasphemy, distortion, and destruction?"

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The feast had been going so well until the interruption of some pest. Sphex had sent his tool to dirty the grand palace. Arkaelus thought that the madman was supposed to meet with Dorian over the possibilities of a contract. That creature was a smart man, he wouldn't send his minion to make business in front of everyone. No it must have been to prove a point.

The other leaders were not at all happy to see the servant or for it to utter it's master's name. Even Moloch seemed surprised. Arkaelus was well aware of the monsters of the wastes, his grandfather had even bought some to clear out the native people attacking some of the colonies. Yet the wastes were far from Khalidor, but so close to Drake. Perhaps it was time to end this charade.

"Its master can offer us nothing." Arkaelus spoke calmly. "Sphex makes only weapons of war, tools of destruction for those desperate enough to use them. Begone monster and return to that wretch of man you serve!" He held is hand in the air, ready to signal the guards in the room to shoot Nemu. This, of course, was just a spectacle if anything.

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"Believe me, you do not want to face an angry mob, Your Grace. One can be more dangerous than a hundred knights. May I present King Moloch Markus of Drake."

Arim turned his attention away from the Father Superior to the two men who had now joined them. One was an older man who carried the wisdom of his years about him, the other a much younger looking man, no doubt King Moloch. He felt Aada's hand tighten on his arm. The change was slight but noticeable enough. Don't mess up, it said, for the umpteenth time on their journey. Creator help her children with all her fretting. Aada's hand left his arm as she dipped in a curtsy. Arim inclined his head.

"It is a pleasure," Moloch greeted them.

"An honour, Your Majesty," he said as Moloch's eyes flickered over him and onto Aada.

"Your fire is most delightful," he said to Aada, "Though, I confess, I know little of Cinnabar."

Arim looked between his sister and Moloch. Surely she wouldn't...

Aada took a moment to look at Moloch. It was rare that someone paid attention to her when her brother was also in the room. Well, they certainly looked, but they saw an instrument, a means to end of getting into Arim's good books, or getting a woman in their bed. She was rarely their sole intention. And here was Moloch, King of a great nation, ignoring her brother and looking to her instead. She wasn't about to spurn him, no matter what her brother might think of the men at this place.

"Then I apparently have you at a disadvantage Your Majesty. Drake is a land that has held much of my curiosity since I was a child. The Circle of Magi particularly, though what we hear of The Circle in Cinnabar is little more than whispers."

Apparently she would, Arim thought. What happened to worrying about the men? Or was this different because Moloch was 'handsome'? It couldn't have been the power he wielded, Aada was a Crown Princess, she was yet to be seduced by power. Aada's intentions might have been innocent, but Arim was certain that Moloch's were not so innocent.

The doors swung open and a woman was lead in. "The uhh... The Lady Nemu, representing the interests of her master... Tsarvin Sphex..."

"Greetings, my lords and ladies," the woman, Lady Nemu, said, in a voice that sounded near unnatural. Combined with her jerking movements, there was something truly unsettling about the woman. "I am here so I may convey the will of my master." Nemu curtsied, or at least tried to, the motion pulling her hood from her head, revealing a grizzly addition to her scalp. "It is a honour."

Aada watched Nemu. There was something about the woman, a perverse darkness that Aada didn't trust. Apparently, neither did anyone else in the room. The Fae seemed the most unsettled. She reached for her brother's hand, the way she had done when they were children. Before her fingers could brush against Arim's hand, Aada dropped her hand away. He had been little use to her then, she doubted he'd be much better now.

Empress Tenanye was the first to speak to their new arrival. ā€œGreetings, Lady Nemu,ā€ Tenanye said, ā€œYou say, your master sent you? Tsarvin...? Who is that?ā€

ā€œAnd what intentions does your master wish for you to convey? What possibly would a representative of the Wastes desire to give and gain from a trade summit?ā€ Valen added.

Aada had heard stories of the Wastes. Dark, horrifying tales that 'young ladies shouldn't hear'. But that was all she dismissed them as. Mere fairy tales meant to scare children into being good and fanciful tales to pass among friends. It had never occurred to her that there might be some truth to those stories. Looking at Lady Nemu, evidently there was something deeply wrong happening there. She felt Arim's hand on her shoulder, pulling her back as he stepped forward to shield her. A stupid thing to do, since she was the stronger mage, but she wasn't about to start arguing about it now. A single look at his face told her that he could feel it too. Even though his magic was weaker than Aada's, he could feel the darkness that moved within her. And it scared him. Aada had seen Arim be many things; elated, shamed, desperate, content, grief-stricken; but never afraid, not like this. And that worried her more than anything.

"My Master is the Alchemancer, Tsarvin Sphex," Nemu said in response to the Faes' questions, "Due to historical embargoes on my Masters realm, we have shrunk from the eye of the other nations, but we are still very much... alive." Nemu began to move around the room. Arim forced himself to look back at her when she passed them. The closer she got to them, the more he could feel the wrongness of what she was, of what had created her. Aada felt nauseous from the sensation. As she moved, she kept going back to the Fae. Apparently, they were her main concern. "My Masters reasons for sending myself to represent him, are the same as yours. We seek trade. As you may know, Father Superior, the land that my Master controls is of little agricultural worth, and as a result of this and said... embargoes, we have had to adapt to survive. But Merely surviving is something We would wish to move on from. Despite the Wastes lack of usable lands, there is much we have to trade." Nemu looked around the room, slowly taking in each of them. That was probably more unsettling than anything she had done thus far. Again, she looked back to the Fae. "Assuming you are not as squeamish as your vassal, Queen Tenanye." Nemu's scan of the room complete, her head jerked back to the Fae, her mouth forming a gross approximation of a smile,"But such discussions should be held for the summit."

A man with Tenanye continued questioning Lady Nemu. Aada turned to Arim, "Do you feel it, Arim?" she whispered.

He nodded. "Are you alright?"

"It's manageable."

"If you need to go-"

"I will let you know, Arim. I am not a delicate flower."

"Its master can offer us nothing." Arkaelus's voice rose across the room. "Sphex makes only weapons of war, tools of destruction for those desperate enough to use them. Begone monster and return to that wretch of man you serve!" Arim looked back to Nemu, seeing what the woman would do.

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