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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-[/color][/h2]

Erin would hear the sound a voice behind the lamia. A voice which sent the old goblin scrambling to sieze her by the arm and drag the human with strength born of terror towards a bookshelf. A small and narrow door tucked behind it. The lamia as well looked terrified as she turned with smooth movements within her coils. A artful motion that let her remain blocking Thymund's view and reveal her hooded eyes and pretty smile to the fellow fair folk. "My Lord Thymond..." Her greeting was slick with feigned pleasure, not that she tried to hide her disgust at this interruption. "A pleasssure to sssee you asss well. Though you'll forgive me if I remark that I sssee no human mortal here." She purred, artful answering with the truth. As she did see no mortal with Thymund. The goblin behind her shoving at the ancient twisted door as it opened. 

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ The High Road-[/color][/h2]

The Fae on the bridge turned their heads towards the commotion. Often humans arrived here too scared or broken to be so amusing. Slowly however a crowd was gathering, watching the kitsune deal with such a problem was a interesting little viewing for them. More so than the entertainment down stairs. The little boy giggled and perched on the railing of the bridge. One group poured tea between them as the watched. Not far ahead was the large double doors to the Court of Nightmares stood closed. Pictured on them was a dragon's skull, it's talons prying itself out of the seemingly garden of roses that surrounded the figure. To either side of the bridge between the last lamp and that great door were rows of black statues of armor. But their eyes gleamed and glowed with eerie dark lights.

It was sudden that the wind came however. A screaming and howling torment of icy fingers that gripped Bodil and yanked her into the shadowing rush it flew over. The group would see a shadow envelope the woman and whip her away. Yin would know this for what it was- and know that this particular human was no longer his concern. For now anyways. For Bodil, she would see slices of the dark stone of the cavern as she was spirited away. The faces of fae both fair and foul. The icy mountains gripping the sky as the wind rushed down towards emerald forests. Flashes and glimpses of men and women toiling upon the earth. Some bearing wings, others with a horses body, others far more human like. Still the shadowy wing whirled and kept the woman tightly in it's grasp. 

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Falk's Hall-[/color][/h2]

But then it was gone. Warm and pleasantly hot water hit the woman, or rather she hit it as she was dropped into some form of pool. The chamber was not large, but suited for it's purpose. Water bubbling from some underground spring to fill the high tub, which in turn drained to fill the lower. Small globes of light barely lit the room. The soft ringing of water hitting crystal, bronze and silver bells filled the air every so often. It was a rather peaceful place- normally. A voice filtered through the steam. [color=Gold]"Wash. You reek after a month."[/color] The man leaning the door way was very much a figure she had seen once before and very much in merely a tight set of pants. Watching the woman with disapproving stormy eyes. His hair already wet and falling down his back and chest in waves. Tall, he was fit. There was not a ounce on the Fae King that wasn't muscle or perfect. For his chest was marred with scars. Old scars. Not waiting for a reply he turned on his heels and footsteps sounded down the hall as the King of UnSeelie left the girl in the bathing chamber. 
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