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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
[@LovelyAnastasia] [@Belle] [@Fallenreaper] [@Forett]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-[/color][/h2]

[@Forett] [@FallenTrinity] You both begin making your way to the High Road. Passing many Fae, high and low alike. Soldiers do not stop nor question you as they move from the gate onto the High Road. The great bridge spanning from the rim of Under the Mountain the Dark Tower in it's center. The Dark Tower itself is a massive collumn of stone black as Jessamine's scales but far more dull. The courtiers on the walk way move from your path in their finery and give speculative glances as they whisper to each other rather openly about possible reasons that The General and Thymund White are walking together towards the Dark Tower. Ranging from treason, to plots of murder, to possible lovers and nothing really interesting.

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-[/color][/h2]

[@Belle]Bianca shook her head looking slightly peeved. "Fae cannot just simply snatch you from the cradle. Not anymore anyways. They have laws and breaking those laws isn't wise for the Fair Folk to do. As for advice? Don't make a fool of yourself. Accept nothing unless it is freely given and said to be freely given." Closing her book she looked at the young girl with a long sigh. "You have you're head in the clouds, child. Bring it down to earth before you make a deal you'll regret. You're an indentured servant, you can't be killed, but you can endure nightmares and the Fae can make your life harder than it needs to be."

[@Fallenreaper]The tiny sprite looked pleased as it hopped into the water. "Bubbles! Bubbles! Soap! Clean!" It squeaked as it splashed out the water, a trail of soapy water following in it's wake. The bubble in Noah's hand slowly swirled, condensing and turned a pastel violet. The bubble turning from a light weight to something more substantial. If popped the liquid would turn solid. A globe of soap smelling of lavender and lilacs. Apparently the little sprite giggled on it's lily pad as it poked bubbles about it. "Fun fun fun!"
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