[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/M7SP0oU.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/A0ETWbS.png[/img][/center] [sub]banner credit to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/hellis]Hellis[/url][/sub] --- [b]Time: Evening - Present Day Location: Portal Grove, Paris[/b] “[color=thistle][i]How is your English?[/i][/color]” “All righ ms Ambaddor, gonna sen me to Shellence. Yeh?” Bach pulled his lip up at that atrocious attempt. “[color=darkseagreen]He is awful.[/color]” He said in French. “[color=darkseagreen]It’ll be a miracle if Silence understands him.[/color]” “[color=thistle]Shush![/color]” The Ambassador snapped at her pact partner. Then smiling at the ugly green goblin kindly she returned to Common Fey, “[color=thistle][i]Remember, retrieve the documents and return them to Vienna. You will find Silence here and you will find Vienna here…[/i][/color]” She pressed her thumb against the goblin’s forehead whispering a quick location spell, thumb glowing blue. “[color=thistle][i]Be considerate of where you appear to him. Do not startle him, he is not used to seeing the likes of you as I am. There is an extra loaf of bread in the deal if you do this correctly.[/i][/color]” “Yeh.” The goblin replied then disappeared in a cloud of green dust. She waved her hand to disperse the dust, then frowned. “[color=darkseagreen]Shall we?[/color]” Bach said stepping up to the door. Mandate had eagerly awaited to travel to the Faerie Realms Odette beckoned to the golem to follow transporting the trio to the banks of the Water Fey’s domain. The lake’s true distance was a little over one hundred kilometres stretching before them, however the heavy undulating fog rolled across the water obscuring the view of the other side. The water was blue-gray, dark and still. A lone stone building rested in the water by a sandy shore. Green algae grew at it’s base, while the stone was smoothed by centuries of weathering. The doors opened outward. “[color=thistle]Mandate you are the heaviest one here, you’ll have to walk us along the bottom of the lake to [i]Ville d’Ys[/i].[/color]” Bach removed his shoes, Odette did the same stowing their footwear away inside her purse. Beckoning Mandate to follow, they approached the small building stepping inside. Water immediately began to fill the small space, Bach and Odette spoke a water breathing spell, the spells allowed them to breathe underwater while simultaneously adjusting their bodies to the impending pressure. Bach grew gills, he coughed waiting for the water to catch up to them. While Odette had a small pocket of air surround her nose and mouth. Dipping into her purse she pulled out goggles and passed Bach a pair as well. The water was [i]cold[/i], sapped the heat from her baretoes. Bach held onto Mandate’s right arm and Odette was on her left. The sandy floor sloped opening wide, together they slid down deeper into the lake quickly dropping and kicking up the sand in their descent. When they were on steady ground the path before them was marked by dilapidated stonework. Angling deeper into the lake. The light from above filtered away. When the sand settled bioluminescent moss began to glow along the stonework, giving them enough light to see by. Odette pointed swimming up to hold onto Mandate’s shoulder instead. In the distance the sorceress could see the dark wall of a cliffside, the canyon where Princess Lassantra dwelled. Glowing bright greens and whites lit the path, colours obscured through the water. They walked, shadowy figures swam in and out of view. The water fey were watching them. Their voices singing, the sound slowly reaching the trio. The lyrics in a dialect Odette couldn’t understand. Bach seemed to be listening, he gave no indication to worry. While Mandate trudged on. The fey swam closer and soon surrounded them, never swimming close enough for them to reach out to touch them. The scales of their tails illuminated by the moss as they moved through the water, their song unmistakable as a haunting chorus. As they approached the canyon, caves and crevasses dotted the massive walls of the canyon. Domed buildings of glass and stone hung off the walls. Moss grew in abundance giving the structures a cold ethereal light. They passed under ancient archways, graying stone with no small amounts of vegetation growth. Colours of the local aquatic life and plants were dulled and muted. The stone buildings of varying age hugged the cliffside, hollowed, smoothed and open. As they walked the buildings grew in size, more water fey of various species swam close the chorus of their songs changing in pitch. The path turned from sand to cobblestone. Some buildings seemed to be sinking deeper into the lake while others towered above them supported by the cliffside. Some areas of the city seemed dilapidated, discoloured and filthy. While others looked well maintained the further in they walked. Bleached bones littered the ground, stone statues of vaguely human shapes stood frozen, by far the creepiest feature. Some retained details of their facial expressions while others were eroded smooth. The statues were [i]everywhere[/i]. After various visits of Ville d’Ys, to this day the sight of the statues sent chills down her spine. Remembering how close she had come to that fate. They walked carefully avoiding the statues, keeping a wary eye on the water fey following them. They approached a very large arched opening carved deeply into the rock face, with care sigils marked the stone. Water Fey stood guard holding glittering spears barring their advance. Bach swam up to them and spoke to the guards. They immediately bowed their heads and moved back to their original position. Mandate walked them up stairs where the surface seemed to be breaking, a pocket of air generated by magic. Their heads broke through the water, the magic working the water from their skin, hair and clothing. Drying them as they stepped up. Bach began coughing out the spell to reverse the gills. While Odette broke the bubble of air around her mouth taking a deep breath of air in. The hall was brightly lit, on the other end in a pool lounged [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/64/0b/e5/640be556ea4892ef91b72e7c82d7107f.jpg]Princess Lassantra[/url] herself on a pile of stone skulls. As they approached her pitch eyes settled on Odette solely. Her grey oily skin shone under the unnatural light, her long wispy white hair flowed over her chest, keeping her modest. Lassantra’s tail was deep green and sheen, her tail separated into legs taking a stand. No longer modest in the slightest. She had been waiting for them, Odette made prior contact to ensure their arrival wasn’t a surprise. “[color=thistle][i]Princess Lassantra, I humbly thank you for your kind reception.[/i][/color]” She said bowing lowly. “[color=thistle][i]It has been too long since my last visit.[/i][/color]” On sure legs Lassantra stepped up to Odette, she smiled showing her serrated teeth. Tipping the human’s chin up. A stranger would note that the expression Lassantra wore was anything but warm, but to a dear friend like The Ambassador the Princess was very pleased to see her. She pressed her lips to Odette’s, kissing her friend for a few moments. She hummed rather happily while Odette’s cheeks were touched with a little colour. She leaned back, “[i]Miss Ambassador, well met. You are right it has been far too long since I have seen your beautiful face, touched your soft skin-[/i]” Lassantra’s thumb brushed across Odette’s lips her voice rather low, “[i]Met with those pouty li-[/i]” Odette laughed nervously under the compliments, gently bringing Lassantra’s hand away. “[color=thistle][i]I hate to insist but we are here on business, I was hoping we could speak with your Oracle.[/i][/color]” Lassantra sighed, “[i]As you mentioned in your message. Perhaps I can steal you away for the evening after we meet with the oracle?[/i]” The Princess remained hopeful. “[i]Discuss the interpretations while we relax in my bed-[/i]” Odette interrupted the Princess once again, hoping to spare Mandate and Bach from witnessing the painfully personal conversation. “[color=thistle][i]Princess, please. After you.[/i][/color]” Gesturing to exit the hall. Lassantra grinned then led the way. [center][hider=Mentions] [@fdeviant]: Contacting the Oracle for Marie's Specter [@ShyDot]: Toting Mandate along to Ville d'Ys [@MelonHead]: Sending the goblin off to Shellence. [/hider][/center]