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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Road to the North-[/color][/h2]

The Ruined Land was it was called. Ancient ruins left from a golden age of the Fae. Some had tried to rebuild it, perhaps even the Collector himself with those who were collected. For one did not just simply hand off a piece of a collection. That large gathering had been a old bargain for a set group of a set amount at a set date. The grey robed figure did nothing as a pale man led those from the Seelie side of the room towards the South. He was perhaps merely five foot nine, not overly tall, but his amethyst eyes glittered with a cruel gleam as his steps echoed with a bell like chime. Long pointed ears jutted out from his pale hair that dragged on the ground behind him. The general and sentinel of the UnSeelie would know this as Lucien. A wicked unicorn with a perchant for cruelty that made many suspect he was originally from the UnSeelie's Winter Court. Dressed in silver silk and plated metal, he bore no weapon and needed none. For the Unicorn was more a mage than a fighter. Relying on his horn and hooves as weapons enough. Giving a sneer to the Kaeleer, his laugh was something of joke on unicorn purity. A wicked whickering. [color=MediumOrchid]"Have fun watching My Ruler's toys, Savant. And may the Fate see them harmed under your care."[/color] The gleam in those eyes spoke that he was going to enjoy the tears his charges shed. A unicorn's favorite treat. He did not stop for another word, but moved his 'herd' to the South. Brutally yanking and hurling both Yusuke and Vae Lynn from the others. This merely urged the rest of the fleeing mob to exit faster to avoid the Unicorn's ire.

His Lady/Lord had long since left. Having no need to oversee this standard procedure. They had business else where and with higher beings than a lot of Mortals. With the current political situation? It was not wise to leave those who argued for or against you waiting. Something both Falk and Yggdrasil agreed on.

As the Hound turned North with his charges, outside of the ruined hall the land was much as it had been when Bodil had fled. But there were two well worn paths, hardly visible to any save a Fae under the water and moss. One led South, the other North. The Northern one actually became a road after a few hours of walking. Cobbled with a variety of riverside stones. The hills slowly becoming more so as the Ruined Land fell behind the group. Trees appearing more and more frequent till a few hours after they had spied the road's start they were in a lightly scattered forest. The trees in the green color of late Summer. The leaves just starting to turn. Flittering pixies and brownies scurried between their bush and branch homes. Watching the Mortals and Immortals pass. Stags and does watched as well, before returning to their feast. It was a typical forest, growing all the more dense as they moved deeper into it. Only to be broken up after a time by cottages, huts, small farmsteads. A river snaked along the path for sometime, giving view to a waterwheel house and a small waterfall. Were a woman looked up from her washing. She would look completely human save the two large black wings upon her back. Raising a hand she hailed the General and his charges, but merely in friendly greeting. One of the brides to Falk's tengu soldiers who recognized her husband's commander. Perhaps even a relative of his two Sargents. Soon the Forest revealed massive glades and mountains. The former holding villages, even a small town. The latter standing tall in the North. Snow capped they crowned the top of the world like a crown.

Oddly fitting their secrets and their Ruler's Hall. Which rested near their feet. It would be a month should the road and weather prove fruitful. Pass the Mountains was the land of Winter. that wrapped back to the South and bled into the Spring Lands.

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