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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] The grand door soon stands before you, pale blue light blooming over it as it yields to let you two enter. Closing behind you with a ominous closing. A sound that echoed through the massive halls and drew looks from the darkest and most powerful of Fae Under the Mountain. The weak did not dwell within the Court of Nightmares for long. The floor was a shiny white that was at odds with the gleaming ceiling of dark stone and glittering gems and metals. The walls were decorated in various paintings and trophies from various hunts. Skins, heads, horns, claws and fangs. But the runners of dark deep blue that covered the marble, offering a weak warmth from the chill of the stone, led the eye up to a second door. This one just as large, and up a grand staircase. A woman on one side was holding the handle and thus hand of the man on the other. She was fair to look upon. With an angular cat-like face her eyes were pure emeralds that looked at one with the door. The man on her opposite was as wilde as she was not. Storm winds whipped his great cloak about him shrouding his body in mystery along with his face. Though the moon at his back echoed the rose at hers.

This was the door to the Grand Hall of the Court of Horrors, the Court of the worst side of the UnSeelie. Behind those doors was a long hall filled with pillars of moonstone and silver holding up a ceiling that disappeared in the darkness. The mirror polished black floor was covered in the petals of roses, lilies, moon flowers and the like. Braziers stood between the pillars offering some warm to a room that carried the chill and weight of the Mountain above. At the very back, sitting on the throne shaped from the skull of a dragon, blackened by age was the Lord of UnSeelie. Her hands a folded steeple before him, as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Upon the raised dias, there was a trail of blood to a body that laid at the base of the throne. The wrecked form of a winter-born Fae. He was unable to kneel or move at all, for the Fae's body had been wrecked by some giant beast. The vacant eyes of the man also told that his mind had been torn from him by the King. Something Falk did not do lightly or without reason. Across the chest of the King's blackened armor was looped a decorative image of a dragon. Each detail making it seem almost alive. The grey-black hear reading over the clasp were the cloak on the King's back was held in place. The ruby eyes gleaming in the faint light. A clawed paw clamping on the other shoulder as the dragon's tail circled about to rest on the center of the King's chest. Blood dripped from the false dragon's maw and claw. Then again it was sprayed liberally across the man's chest and dripped from his hand. Though merely a single scratched was landed upon Falk himself. A slice along the wrist that was shallow.

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

[@Belle]"You will need to speak with a Lord of Records, Algar the Centaur, or petition the High Lord of the UnSeelie or one of his men." Bianca shrugged. "And don't be so quick to want to meet the High Lord." The older woman hands shook sharply as she gave Elsa a disapproving look. "He is not a Fae to be trifled lightly with, though you would know that if you came from the Collection." Shaking her head and making a annoyed huff, the woman gave Elsa a look that clearly said she thought the girl was a tad bit slow. "You're duties... Their whatever need doing. If you play an instrument and are asked to do it. In all reality, every task is recorded and stowed away against your debt. When it's paid you can leave or remain as you see fit. No one will stop you. However, if you remain but leave, you will no longer have the protection that extends to humans."

[@Fallenreaper] The sprite is very pleased with helping Noah and Noah would find fresh clothes in the from of a general tunic, shirt, breeches and soft slippers upon a bench in the room when he was finished. The little sprite sitting next to it with a giant smile as it looked pleased at it's 'help'.
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