[center][h1][i]MAEVE[/i][/h1][/center]
[center][i]The Beautiful (II), The Queen (I), The Temptress (I)[/i][/center]

Aina stood behind Maeve on her right side, having completed the task her Queen had asked of her some time ago. It had not been an easy one, finding suitable lord's and ladies to claim the new territory, telling them what Maeve demanded in her new realm, fortifications, honing of abilities, creating new Fae. The list went on, but Aina had proven faithful and returned to Maeve not three days ago. Now Maeve and her small entourage floated at the base of Pervanon, watching a miserable sight, and one that filled them with raw emotions. The Zalsarix clawed at the base of the mountain, ripping out stone and trying in vain to enter their birthplace, their very home. For Pervanon's entrance had been caved in, large boulders, double the height of the Zalsarix blocked the once great entrance. 

Many of the Fae with Maeve fell to their knees, weeping silently- the implications of such an event were staggering. Maeve stood tall above them, though this reveal racked her soul further, almost to the breaking point of despair. Truly there was no victory but pain and numbness, now even more prevalent at the base of Pervanon. She shuddered slightly, trying to regain focus, everything that was happening was going to fast! It wasn't fair, but then, what was? Maeve snapped herself out of it, focusing on what needed to be done at hand. She turned to Aina, the smaller Fae also stood, watching with fixed eyes at the mountain. 

"Aina." Maeve stated.

The small Fae took a moment to respond, but she looked at Maeve and bowed slightly, "Yes Queen Maeve?"

"The mountain is lost to us, our stronghold, and the birthplace of our race. Larwen has..." Maeve paused the air growing silent, "I no longer feel his presence, his whispers have grown silent and Pervanon is shut. I fear the worst has befallen our God..." Maeve said the words, but she did not believe them, not entirely. Had Larwen been killed? Surely she would have felt such a thing? No, deep in her heart, she feared the one thing that was in abundance in her pitiful life- Had the God of Perfection abandoned them?

"My Queen, what do we do?" Came Aina's soft voice, bringing Maeve back the situation at hand. She realized how good it felt to be focused, being lost in her thoughts was maddening at times. 

"We continue on." Came the voice of the Fae Queen, "We continue to grow, to build this land in Larwen's image. The Forge of Purity is lost to us, yes, but there are other ways to Perfect lower lifeforms. I will show you, in time. Firstly, you must grab the Ley, the mushrooms of souls, we must spread them further across the land. Secondly, we must grow in strength, Aina has set this task in motion, but it is paramount we are able to fight when the time comes. Thirdly, we shall form our own grand court and from the dust of the old, we shall build anew, greater then ever before. Now go, return to our siblings, spread these words to the wind, and let all now that Perfection is strength!"

With that, their heads held a bit higher, the Fae began to get to work, but Maeve was not done, not yet. 

"Aina, come hither." 

Aina had been floating away, but the voice of her Queen stopped her, and she obeyed. She floated towards Maeve, and looked upon her beauty.

"You have done much to please me, for this I am thankful of a dutiful servant. I have thought upon it, and deemed you worthy of a gift, will you accept?"

For once, without hesitating, Aina blurted out "Yes." and feeling ashamed, she looked away from Maeve.

Maeve placed a hand upon Aina's shoulder and whispered softly, "Do not be ashamed my Fae, it is our nature to crave power. Now," Maeve bent over and whispered into Aina's ear seductively, "Awaken, my Handmaiden."

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Maeve and a small entourage arrive at Pervanon, and see that it is blocked. The Zalsarix are desperately trying to move rocks but it is all for naught. 
Maeve almost gives into despair again, but barely manages to hold on. She realizes that something has happened to Larwen, or he has abandoned them, something she leans on more. She then gives a rousing speech to her people.
She sends some of the Fae on her way, but keeps back Aina, who we know completed her task given by Maeve. The Queen see's a great amount of potential in Aina, so she gifts her with power, calling her a handmaiden.
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Maeve:
The Beautiful (II), The Queen (I), The Temptress (I)
+5 Prestige Starting
-2 Prestige for "Awakening" Aina.
-2 Prestige to Level [The Queen] to level II
+2 Prestige for having a main post
= +3 Prestige
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