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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-The Collector-[/color][/h2]
[h3][color=FireBrick]-Location: The Ruined Lands-[/color][/h3]

Outside of the ruined hall the land was nothing short of rubble. The sky above was stormy though no rain fell and sunlight was scattered, making the hollow structures appear all the more ancient. Forgotten relics of a long ago time. Bodil would see these things that looks like the old ruins of some cathedral or castle. A mixture of the two. The half fallen walls were covered in vines and moss. Scattering browns and  greens across their molten surfaces. The steps down from the entrance to the hall where she had came were cracked and worn in the middle, at their base was not grass but moss. Stagnant water swirled in multicolored pools. Smaller streams trickled through the cracked stones and moss carpet. But not all was complete ruin, half finished repairs were in place and scattered throughout. Though much seemed yet undisturbed from the slumber of the ruins. Light filled the entrance to the another hall, ruined columns holding the frame to an ancient arch with a hexagonal design. Another arch- more fit to a single person- appeared to curve around a old pillar with a obivious window above it. That entry was nearest. The middle distance to her right was another arch leading to what could only be a wall of some sort.


Back within the ruined hall, Yggdrasil hissed with a sound of rattling leaves. [color=ForestGreen]"Take some care, Kitsune."[/color] The light and feathery voice had darken to a dangerous tone of echoing timber. [color=ForestGreen]"That woman does not belong to you, bearing the mark of your kin or no."[/color] She/He narrowed the gleaming yellow-green eyes at the interloping kitsune. The beautiful hands looking far more like sharpened staves then was reasonable. It was wise of those who understood the Fae to know that their anger was not something to awaken. For they were vicious beings. Yggdrasil was not overly tempered, nor protective. But what belong to a Fae, belonged to them. There would be blood over what they were owed or held. Those who gave in were considered weak. Lesser.

[i]"My Lord, your decision making compares to none but I ask why you would offer me this gracious gift of a weeping widow instead of the boy. I am sure you have your reasons but I am curious. But may I suggest my lord if I may pick another? The one adorned in fox art be too much?" 
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Falk's eyes were watching the dryad as Yggdrasil riled themself. But he was unconcerned in the over all scheme. Should the great being seek Yin's life he was already weighing the concerns of stepping in and diverting the insult one of his men committed or let the kitsune take it's punishment. Turning his gaze to the General, he arched a brow looking with disapproval at not being understood. [color=Orange]"I did not mean that girl-child, Savant."[/color] He states dryly, his voice like a crackle of leaves. [color=Orange]"When Yin returns with that mortal hellion... She will serve you. Yin would be pushed to far."[/color] The Lord of the UnSeelie looked amused at the entire situation, swirling a glass of wine that appeared out of the air. Kaeleer would know this as the glass he had been having before he called the hunt. The Lord of Fall rarely let a glass of wine go to waste. Sipping at it the King continued. [color=Orange]"I will have this brave woman play for our Court. I would be interested in seeing how she can play when pitted against a Fae. Even a Mortal may surpass us in music."[/color] His gaze swept over Elsa as he continued to muse the placement of the new servants. [color=Orange]"My General, bring the small lass with the doll, that woman Yin has taken interest in, and the painter boy to my hall."[/color] Glancing to Yggdrasil he tilted his head in a courteous nod of respect. [color=Orange]"I would advise you not to kill my servant, and did you not have your own projects to attend to yourself?"[/color] Giving Kaeleer a sharp look clearly ordering the General to follow through he stood with the grace of ages. Turning on his heels into a whirls of smoke and wind that blurred about him. When it cleared he was gone. Back to his Ancient Hall and Throne of Bones.

The General would know he was to see the humans to the hands of the servants of the UnSeelie Court. Save those his king had mentioned of course. The servants would see that these humans were put where they could aid the most. Freeing up more Fae to guard, or work on repairs mere Mortals could not do. Many Fae were irritated at this need for servants, while just as many others wanted to up the demand for humans. With so many Mortals, why would Fae need to lift a finger? Two dangerous factions that both Royals walked between. Fantics would kill the humans, or release them. Underground markets held humans in thrall. Though [i]that[/i] was rare. When found the humans were wiped of their memories and freed. Or remained under better conditions. Still their memories of that time was generally wiped, and by the King of the UnSeelie himself no less. That was an entire nother matter that caused uproar.

It was joke to Falk that humans- Mortals- thought them serene creatures.
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