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'Elabeen!' The unsullied was beaten and battered, her wings seared and parts missing, 'Elabeen!' She rushed into a great winding tree through a small hole and descended into its roots where a great cavernous expanse opened up and thousands of unsullied rushed about. Seated on small bark seats were Elabeen and Fylmira, who had been appointed by the King and Queens of the Unsullied as Lord and Lady of the Unsullied Court at the Anathema Heights. 'Elabeen!' The injured unsullied called as she descended. The slightly larger Elabeen looked up and arose, and so too did Fylmira.

'By the Crimson Goddess Tingalina - what has happened to you?' Fylmira, adolescent in appearance, brought the injured Tingalina to her pert breasts in a pitying embrace.
'Speak, Tingalina,' Elabeen said, his red brows furrowed and the usually mischievous spark in his boyish eyes replaced by one more serious and worried.
'Rowan. It took Rowan.' Tingalina managed, sobbing into Fylmira's shoulder. 'It came out of nowhere - a monstrous thing.'

So was the beginning of the nightmare for the Unsullied Court at the Anathema Heights. For weeks thereafter unsullied after unsullied were kidnapped and never heard from again. The war effort against the sullied came to an abrupt halt as the fae everywhere fled from the coming of Larwen's raiders. But it was not long before the Lord and Lady of the Court could bear no longer to see the members of their court struck down one after the other, and they sent for aid from the Great Unsullied Court.

The Unsullied King, Brentylwith, was at the time leading his subjects against the Sullied Court at the Mad Plains, searing terror into the hearts of his eternal foes with Seihdhos. But when news reached him of the plight of the Unsullied Court at the Anathema Heights, he relented in his crusade and forthwith made for the west. And on his arrival, he was the met with the horror that hunted down his people and was taken up in a fury. 'What do they take the unsullied race for that they should hunt us so?' He roared, and descended to Fylmira and Elabeen - who looked far more worn and tired than they had mere weeks ago. 'Call up the unsullied, for I shall lead them personally against these creatures that have taken us for foe.' And so Brentylwith the King drew Seihdhos and led a great unsullied host - one so large had never before been seen to operate as one. 

However, after engaging one of the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5a/4f/f3/5a4ff38cd6c09b1078101d6bae2410dd--blizzard-diablo-diablo-.jpg]kidnappers[/url] in battle, the King realised that the unsullied could not hope to resist these creatures with their bare hands. 'We cannot fight these creatures with our bare hands as we do our sullied foe - do you not see that the Crimson Goddess has given me Seihdhos? So go ye forth to the trees and take from them branches, and I would have you sharpen them on stones.' And with this, Brentylwith armed his people with sharpened staves, and when next they met a Zalsarix kidnapper - or Morigs, as the unsullied had taken to calling them - the hated creature was pierced by thousands of little spears and leaked its green, toxic blood. When a foolish unsullied thought to touch the blood, it screeched in pain and its hand began to melt swiftly. Were it not for the presence of the King, who swiftly severed the poisoned flesh, the fae would have died a most painful and ignomanious death. 'Do not touch the green fluids that from their depths emerge!' The King decreed.

One day, while stalking a Morig with a small host, Brentilwyth the King came upon a creature most strange, and he drew his great sword Seihdhos and bid the creature make known its identity. And the strange creature drew its own sword.

[hider=Summary]Introducing the Unsullied Court at the Anathema Heights, which finds its members being hunted down by a terrible foe
Desperate, the Lord and Lady of the Court (Elabeen and Fylmira) call on the aid of the Unsullied King and Queens of Great Unsullied Court, and the Unsullied King Brentylwith comes to their aid.
Wielding Seihdhos, he organises the unsullied resistance to Larwen's forces of Zalsarix (whom the unsullied call Morig) and instructs the unsullied to use sharpened staves.
They experience greater successes in their defence against their attackers.
So begins the Unsullied-Morig War!

In the final lines, a very mysterious stranger is introduced... who we have definitely never met before... ever ever...

[hider=Might]2 Miracles to teach the Sullied and Unsullied 'Courts' and 'Monarchy'[/hider][/hider]