"Killing me would defeat the purpose of saving me." she replied with a wink. The forge caught her attention first, it was large, obviously used to forge weapons of varying degrees. Sure enough her attention was drawn towards the numerous amounts of weapons along the walls of the hall, several had grabbed her attention, swords mostly. Though they were not her prefered weapon, they did appear to make fabulous ornamental decorations should she ever desire to want a couple for her room. Her eyes fell upon the most beautiful dagger she had ever seen, the curve of the blade spoke to her heart, it was forged perfectly; so perfectly that the blade could enter flesh and tear it, causing more damage as it was removed from the body. The handle was simple enough, though the intricate carvings were soothing to her eyes, it was clear to her this weapon was forged for her. She made her way to it, wishing to get a better look at the weapon, "For now, Haeson, you may call me Songstress." she replied, bending over a little to examine the dagger with her eyes. She noticed the blade shone with the fires of the forge in the hall, making it even more beautiful than before, "If you feel obliged to reward me, Haeson, might I ask for this beauty to be it? I have never seen a more perfect and beautiful blade in my life, and I've seen a great deal of them." she said, turning her head back to the gremlin.

Something different shows on the gremlins face, Was it joy? Pleasure? Never the less for the unspeakable emotion twisting the gremlins face into a light smile "Be my guest, all of those in my court are free to take and use as they please- it does have a twin, and then an older and larger version as well- here and here." he points out the weapons on the wall. "However i do have a ... Different ... weapon i was going to offer." he walks over to a massive, ornate wardrobe, what unspeakable beauty or terror may lay within this wardrobe is unknown, but it almost seems to whisper to songstress, as if something was calling out to her- its whisper soothing and calming. It whispers of pain and death- and the miracle of ending life slowly, and with agony unlike any other. The winter king pulls the doors back to reveal his forte, the Fae Weapons. Here lay beautiful weapons that hum with extraordinary quality's, From a spear as bright and shining as the sun reflecting on ice, to a long sword, waved and serrated... However all of these weapons are made of Iron. These would kill any Fae, human or otherwise that dared come within range.

"If you dare, see these, And find the one that calls to you- With it i will reforge you into a perfect match- and with your devilish new partner, make you a weapon that bathes in blood and agony; A true nightmare to all that can see." The gremlin stands proudly to the side, gesturing over these weapons, the whisper is hard to pin down- a closer look would be required. "Oh, and you can have the Fae-touched weapon form here... And the daggers." his eyes reflect the fire, and in the light of the forge, even he has a beauty to him, unlike any other fae.

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@LadyRunic

Although quite surprised and caught off guard Immerus realized he had been taken to the Fall Court.

"Thank you dear cousin, I am sorry for my rather angry manner towards you servant I just feel as though it was little much to ask in my standards because of how young I am amongst the other rulers and I was slightly offended by it that is all!"

Immerus approached his cousin the Fall King with a sweeping bow.

"Now what news do you have of the Winter Court cousin?"

Immerus asked his cousin politely looking around his court, it was so much different from his own it kind of made the Fae shiver it didn't feel like home yet it felt dark and slightly depressed, but mostly serious unlike his own court.

His cousin looked a little like him yet the King of the Fall Court had black hair and looked much taller than Immerus, he was obviously more serious and grim then Immerus but was obviously very sly.

"Before you go on cousin I must ask what did you mean by ally?"

Immerus asked his cousin the King of the Fall Court.

Songstress straightened up and turned completely around, hearing the voice of the weapon that sought her out, though it couldn't be pinpointed from where she was. She began walking over to the wardrobe, several voices now heard, though the original voice being the strongest. "Melody...I know you. I know how much you love death, come closer, let me help you. Together we can cause so much death, we can bathe in the blood of our enemies...and those who oppose us and our Lord. Come closer, set me free, let us...be one." she heard the voice say in her head. She clearly needed no convincing, she had already wanted to be involved in whatever plans the Winter King had, for the two were alike in many ways. She finally reached the doors, her hand lifting out of instinct and moving closer to the weapons, eventually stopping short over a uniquely made longsword. "You. You are the one I desire most." she said to the weapon, almost as if she expected it to respond like a person. Her eyes shifted to Haeson, "This sword, I feel it inside me, the deep connection and bond we need. This is the one I wish to have, my Lord. Death's Requiem." when she finished speaking, she looked at the blade, almost as if she were entranced by it. "Death's Requiem...? Yes...a suitable name. I accept it." it spoke to her again. She was tempted to take it from where it was, but something told her not to, lest she wind up back in her earlier predicament. Her hand lowered, "You are very generous, my Lord Haemon, to bestow such beautiful gifts upon one such as myself. I shall not disappoint, or fail you." she said to him.

She could see the beauty he himself held, and not just because he was the Winter King. He had power and respect, both from Fae and human alike, and even she could not deny giving respect to this creature. It had been an interesting start when she woke, both of them testing each other. Now they seemed to be in sync, they were like two kindred spirits cut from the same fabric of life, though both still different in their own right. She reached into her coat, producing the common knives used in her world, holding them up so he could see them. "These are what exist where I come from, as you can see, plain and boring. Nothing extravagant about them." she said, turning to him. She set them on the ground in front of Haemon, "A gift for my generous Lord, do with them as you see fit." she offered him, finally kneeling before him. She was not one to do such a thing, but Haemon had earned her respect and obedience in the short time the two have known one another.

The Fall King smirks, "You are young and with Summer's heating temper. The deal is simple. Make this girl into a Summer-born." He gestures towards Aisling. "She remains MINE, but you have the news you crave." Aisling looked disturbed by this news. Though it was a possibility she never though that her Lord would see her turned Fae after so long. It would not free her of him, but there was no doubt this would be useful to him. The Fall King studied the younger with amusement. "It will help us both." He assured the younger once more, dangling the metaphorical carrot in front of Immerus's nose.

he laughs and nearly folds in half with the laughter "You think i would not know....?" he gestures for her to follow him once more- "and bring your new partner, it needs the freedom from that wardrobe. I believe that sword was the one made with ice in its blade. Hard to keep track."
He counts over the weapons, so distinct in his knowledge of blades, that he even lists off ages, numbers of uses, how many deaths. he then hums "It's either the Ice blade, or its the one that likes to Electrocute things- similar to a weak... Stun gun? That's what they are called, right?" he shakes his head "doesn't matter, either way, ill have a few ... unwilling test subjects..."

@LadyRunic

"You want me to turn the girl into a Fae!"

He sounded surprised not angry and he did realize his cousin was up to something very sneaky, Immerus was sure in his mind that he would have guards posted in his court with him because he was to be sure that he needed more protection if the girl might try and allure him and maybe even kill him.

He scowled slightly and turned to the girl and snickered because she seemed to have no say in the deal but he thought of what the out come he might be able to make maybe another Eladrin, he quickly turned to the Fall King once again.

"I agree to do this, but must ask one more thing!"

He now wanted to toy with his cousin because if he could he might be able to turn her into an Eladrin of sorts so he may have a companion of his race.

"If I do this could I possibly turn her into one of my bloodline therefore meaning one of my race?"

A small delicate and warm smile appeared on his face and he thought if he could do this he might have a better hold on the girl so he could teach her of many of the ways of the Eladrin and make a mighty ally.

So he looked at his cousin and smiled and waited for the answer.

She carefully took the sword out of the wardrobe, finding it was lighter than she had originally thought it would be, it weighed almost the same as her knives. She listened to Haemon as he spoke and tried to narrow down the blade's properties, "Yes, a stungun is the right terminology, my Lord." she replied after hearing him try to explain what mild electrocution was like. She followed him, looking around at the assortment of weapons once more, wondering just how he was able to keep track of each one. When he mentioned unwilling test subjects, her eyes took on a different look, perhaps it was joy? Could also be a mixture of joy and her usual bloodlusted look she gave to her victims. Either way, the truth remained, she was going to be able to kill again. She remained silent as the gremlin led her, thousands of different ways she could torture the test subjects ran through her mind, most of them variations of her favorite way...slowly and painfully. "I see into your heart...killing others...it is something you love to do...you enjoy it. Perhaps even more than I do, and I was designed to kill. You are interesting, Melody, I think I shall enjoy working alongside you." she heard her weapon say. She couldn't help but smirk, the sword had a way with her, it knew her quite intimately. Then again, she was in the Fae Realm, so it wasn't a stretch for her to believe there could be things here that knew her just as well as Death's Requiem did.

The Fall King smirks. "Alas, no. A human may only take the season to which they are...." He musses with a hand rubbing his lean chin. ".. trained to. If such were possible I would change her into a sprite of Fire for my own amusement and place her within a lantern to light my hall." Aisling says naught, other than to clench her fists and stiffen her jaw. Furious at her Lord she strains to attack, to scream her fury at the fairy. But she could not, it was not the time nor the place. She had a potential to be free and she could seize it. Her emotions warred within her as Falk's eyes danced with amusement.

"There is a sword to fear however, maybe two... ask your blade about them at a later time- or perhaps mine will show up.. Though it tends to do as it pleases." he sounds uncaring as he leads her through twisting and turning paths, no man or fae alike would understand the gremlins home, other than himself, and once led inside to its deepest depths, who knows how long it would take to get out. he leads her to a training room- there's already a few Winter born here, picking on younger fae and humans like, who cannot properly hold up to the barrage of strikes, The kings guards are trained viciously with the spears they wield, but here everyone is using blunt training weapons. "Clear the space- I've a new tool to test." the fae Scramble out of the a few nearly tripping over each other... IT appears when the king is seen in his training arena, people scatter out of utter fear. This causes him to chuckle "i might be one of the younger lords of the fae world, But i am no exception to its brutal power... now.. I need three of the captured humans- Hand them shield and sword, Sharp swords." The guardsmen bring out the now armed 'Gladiators', they are kept in very good condition, and actually look formidable.

"Hyrus, See to her training- And don't let her die." the massive brute of a guard nods, half bowing, as the gremlin turns and leaves, he has other places to be and he's held too many people up waiting for him. He's certain the queen would be very displeased with his lack of punctuality and care for the gathering she had planned.

"You cannot leave me Max, the Hermit oversteps himself. There is only one way to leave, and it at the moment, is impossible." It was not a lie, for he could not leave for the next 24 hours but after that, Meliae could release him from her service if she so chooses. However she'd rather not, especially not to the Hermit who was so disrespectful towards her. He could never go back to being a mortal human, it was best he stay in a court until he was much older as without the Courts protection he would surely die. The rock was old, and some had a modicum of respect for him.
"The Fall King demands our presence anyways. The nearest portal is this way." Meliae sighed, as she moved towards it, Katya waiting for the other two to move before following the Lady of the Taiga towards the Fall Court and what will most certainly be nothing pleasant.

Songstress listened intently to the gremlin's warnings, making a mental note to ask her sword about her Lord's at a future date. She stopped when they arrived at the training grounds, watching the Fae scatter, a giggle escaping her lips after Haemon spoke. She had been proven right, his power was both feared and respected; a good thing, in her opinion anyways. She slowly walked into the arena as the guards armed her victims, making note of how well they were treated, even as prisoners. She grinned; good, she liked her prey to be strong, not weak. She heard he was leaving, though that didn't worry her, she knew he would return once he was finished with whatever it was he had to do. She gripped the sword tightly, her eyes quickly flickering from one brute to the next, waiting to see which of them would come at her first. When they didn't, she only smirked before taking off at them, the blade's point dragging along the ground intentionally. Several moments before getting into their attack range, she darted to the left, twisting her body as she launched herself a few inches off the ground. The movement had been so fluid that her target barely had enough time to block with his shield, though ice had formed where the blade had hit, causing the shield to be permenantly stuck to his hand. She landed and spun quickly, using one leg to sweep the fighter off his feet, the other two now charging her. She glanced at them, lifting the sword as they both swung down at her, allowing her to block and hold both blades. In the moment she had been distracted, the downed fighter had swung his sword at her legs, missing one, but slicing through the other. As intense as the pain was, she pushed through it, as she had many times before in her world.

She used her good leg to support her weight, using the other to kick the one who harmed her, in the face. She then used all her strength to shove the men back she had been blocking, causing them to trip over the their comrade. This gave Songstress the time needed to change her stance, the blade now held in a horizontal fashion behind her, while her empty hand remained in front; open with all her fingers closed together. She watched the men stand slowly, circling them like a predator would circle their prey before going for the kill...she was merely toying with them now before she killed them. The one with the iced shield moved first, attempting to strike her in one blow, only to find her hand had grasped his sword arm and lifted it over her shoulder so he missed completely, her own blade rising in a single motion and slashing right through his juggular while she stepped forward. It happened in mere seconds, but to him, it felt like hours; it was like time had slowed down as she easily ended his life. She approached the other two as his body fell, blood spraying everywhere, her calm demeanor causing their fear to rise. They attacked her together, only to find that it was difficult to hit her, the blade's positioning allowed her to react quickly and without hesitation. Eventually one of them landed a blow across her chest, some of the fabric having torn in the process, though not revealing much of anything aside from cleavage. In a single swooping movement of the blade, the men had been pushed back again, their shields shattering this time. Now she was mad, these two had ruined her favorite outfit, and they were going to pay for it with their lives. She took off her trench coat and tossed it aside, taking off at the men, her attacks now having a savage feeling behind them.

The men were barely able to keep up with their parries, completely unable to go on the offensive, for fear of her killing them. This lasted longer than expected, until she managed to trick one of the men by creating a false opening for him, in which they took. In the seconds it took to remove the man's arm, sever his head and catch his sword, the last man was already on his knees begging for his life. Her eyes flashed with something all too familiar, bloodlust. She had no mercy for this man, no compassion, not even a smidge of remorse for what she was about to do to him. She was heartless and as cold as winter itself, and it was proven when she made two quick movements. The first was at the man's stomach, a deep cut that poured out blood and internal organs. The second was his throat, where Death's Requiem cut deep enough to sever his vocal cords, blood spraying all over the front of her body. She dropped the second sword on the ground, lifting her head to the ceiling as she stood there, enjoying the rain of blood. She had several injuries, sure, but she had never had such a thrill like this before. After the blood rain stopped, she looked over at the guard named Hyrus, "Again," she said to him, "I want to spill more blood." a grin formed on her face after she finished those words.

@LadyRunic

"That sounds amusing!"

He chuckled then turned to the girl looking her over with his unblinking pupiless eyes, then he turned back to his cousin and nodded.

"I will do it for our courts and for the safety of my kingdom now do you wish me to do it here?"

Immerus asked his cousin as he stepped towards the fuming girl who seemed quite upset about the Fall Kings comment but before he did anything to her he waited for his cousins answer before he began with the transformation.

Of all things, Of all the substances... A snow flake lands on summer kings hand. Someone from winter was there- but who, or Where, is a good question. Undoubtedly a chill breeze brushes past Falk, and Aisling. Falk would know that breeze all too well, There's only one being in winter who can use the Cold Gates with such ease, And it's no one friendly to summer. He's likely only there to speak to Falk, if not torment Summer's weaker members.

Before even waiting for Falk to answer he growled and summoned his crystalline long sword with a torrent of magic, it shone throughout the court by put Immerus dimmed it's lights a little.

@Zahrale

"Woe to you King of Winter wherever you be, may my light banish you of your presence while I stand in this court I will not stand for such things as you now begone and stop tormenting me!"

He looked at Falk who had a knowing look on his face, Immerus scowled and then walked over to his cousin.

@LadyRunic

"I apologize for my outburst, I do not take kindly to Winter or the mention of his name or his voice!"

He sheathed his crystalline blade which was keenly sharp from his magical prowess he had carved that blade from a Fae crystal somewhere near the Summer Court.

"Now, we were speaking about the transformation of your servant, and why may I ask do you want her to be a Summer-born Fae?

He took a shaky breath and tapped the hilt of his sword.

Max pouted, a little upset that he apparently couldn't leave, but shook his head and followed after Meliae. Deciding to go back into reconnaissance mode, he asked in a curious tone," So who is this Fall King anyway? Sounds like a kind of pretentious title." He said, proud of himself for knowing that word, and really just wanted an excuse to use it. He motioned for The Hermit to follow, as he liked him much more than Meliae at this point.

Falk looks amused. "It seems winter is up to something..." Though he inclines his head ever so slightly. "Do it well and fair. I have other matters to attend to." With a rush of wind light is blotted from the sky momentarily, before blooming forth once more. Of all the Kings, Falk was the most dramatic. The light bathed the empty place he stood as he now sat once more upon the bone throne and watched the doors of his halls and the deep pool that acted as ever a servant to him. However a breeze rushed by the Irish woman's ears carrying his words, lowly spoken. "Turn to Fae, Aisling Ni Chealleighe. Ye have yet to serve yon purpose."

Aisling's shoulders slumped at the command. Her defeat evident in her eyes. "Do what you will, Summer pixie." She snarled. "I have little to quarrel with." Fiery rage and shame burned through her blood as her mouth spoke in anger. Cheeks flushed and eyes shone in defiance at this King. He would have to turn her and she was not in the mood to make it easy. Aisling was not one to make it easy for any who dared to try and change her being and this one was about to learn that!

@LadyRunic

Immerus became more relaxed and he chuckled warmly to the girl of which Falk called Aisling.

He approached Aisling with a warm smile but his eyes were clouded with wonder, of which he thought how beautiful she would look as a Summer-Fae.

Immerus ignored her quite displeasing comment about him being a Pixie and he came close to her.

"I am no pixie, and please do not make this hard for yourself because I don't do this for my amusement or even the Fall Kings amusement I do it maybe to allow you a new destiny amongst the Fae!"

He said that pleasantly to Aisling with a friendly caring smile that no Fae could possibly compose so she could feel his caring warmth and his loving compassion to make her feel comfortable, some would call him the most fatherly king or a better lover but he thought himself merely as another king.

"I feel your purpose is great amongst both I and Falk's court I see you as another being rather than just an implement to use, I want you to know that your personality won't change but you must allow the external change it will fill you with a magical love and lust that is unmatched now please I must do this for your king!"

He consoled Aisling to make her feel comfortable so he may let her know that he cared what she thought but he needed her to comply with him to do what her king wanted.

Aisling cringes away, glaring. "I do not need turned into some savage, heartless monster!" She cries out in anger. "I am human and happily so! I see no reason to change my appearance, or take your twisted ways!" Stepping away she glanced about, looking as to where she could run to an escape. To flee the Court of Summer. She had tried such before with Fall with horrendous results. Fleeing the fae was not a wise thing to do but it was a option. If one with bitter results.