[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff200][i]River fairy kingdom. [/i][/color]

The path to the river kingdom of the fairies had been relatively peaceful for the governor, which had now gotten some time to rest and recuperate in his remaining carriage. The two knights were sitting at the front of the carriage while he was sitting inside speaking to his aide, Halma. His aide had suffered during most of the travel, answering all manner of questions that the silverhaired mage had for him. Most which more or less involved himself and his belongings. He also learnt that Kenia had indeed not delivered the 'elf beastman' to his doorstep, so it was most likely that he was indeed the one he saw in that forest. Had the feral creature killed Kenia and broken loose while under transporting to his land?

Not that it mattered anymore, since he had lost his castle. His bastion of light. His mighty tower. How many years had he gazed out of those windows looking down at those below, it had made him feel as if he indeed was a god. How dared those ungrateful commoners dare raise a hand against his right and just authority. One of the things the carriage passed by was a village which had been... put through some grotesque treatment that made the carriage come to a halt.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Oof! You idiots don't stop the carriage that rough, I was looking at myself!"[/b][/color] The governor snarled as he had hit his face in his handheld mirror from the impact. One of his knights knocked on the hatch before opening it. [color=7bcdc8]"M-my lord... this village has been... you better look at this my lord."[/color] The knight stuttered slightly.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Look at what?!"[/b][/color] He cussed and peeked out of the window at a village which had been seemingly ravaged by something dire, with dark elves and fairies piling bodies together. [color=6ecff6][b]"Am I supposed to care? Some peasants and witless dark elves cleaning up some mess. They likely made it themselves! Now continue along the way, I have wasted enough time looking at this distasteful scenery."[/b][/color] He pouted slightly and motioned for the knight to continue and close the hatch.

[color=fff200][i]Some time later...[/i][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"My lord, we are approaching the gates!"[/color] A knight opened the hatch at the front of the carriage to deliver the message to Terneus.

[color=6ecff6][b]"You shall knock before opening the hatch, you unfit dimwit!"[/b][/color] Terneus raised his voice in a reprimanding manner to the audacity of his knight, which had dared to interupt his thoughts about himself.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Stop the carriage, I shall educate the imbeciles at the gate."[/b][/color] He waved dismissively to the knight and adjusted the collar of his shirt, rising up from his seat once the carriage stopped to let the passengers off. His spare carriage lacked a proper red carpet to go along with the wooden stairs. There was some mud along the pathway. The governor frowned and wrinkled his nose, looking over to Halma for a moment. It didn't take long before his aide found himself pushed out of the carriage and falling into the mud below, and the regal looking governor would follow shortly after using Halma as a makeshift mat. To get dirty again was highly unappealing and highly inappropriate for one of his standing, his aide was meant to aid him after all. And he had much things to pay back for.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Attention you of lesser birth, I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor of the light elves demand passage through the lands of the king."[/b][/color] Terneus motioned and held out an arm towards the dark elves stationed at the gates, while there were several fairies looking him over and hushing their children and elders. There were also some demi-human refugees from Roshmi making camp outside which had given him glares.

[color=6ecff6][i]'These insignificant mongrelbreeds, they do not know how lucky they are to even gaze upon my radiance. But at least these spineless fairies are whispering, they know their place for certain. Enlighten your offspring bug-folks, tell them of the day that the fairest of all elves graced them with his presence.'[/i][/color] The elf mused in his own mind as the dark elves seemed to look him over and then inspect the papers provided by his knights. How much he wished that he could wipe out all of those dirty dark elves, but alas with the situation of the world it was not safe. Just how many more years would he have to tolerate their simply unbearable nature and arrogance? Thank the elder gods that he was a high ranking official of the lich king.

[color=ed1c24]"All seems to be in order... you may pass."[/color] One dark elf almost seemed to snarl out, as if the mere sight of the governor was fueling his hatred and spite anew.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Ofcourse it is. Now stop wasting my time, I have places to be and people to reprimand for their failure to suppress this ridicolous rebellion."[/b][/color] He said in a non-chalant manner, waving his hand dismissively. While his words were indeed a lie, he had no wish to speak truth to some dark elf of his real intention to grab more power for himself during the conflict. If Aklenroth would somehow be removed he would be possible to force the weak into making him a regional ruler. Maybe even a king? The elf licked his own lips as the thought crossed his mind, but there was some annoyance in being king. Such as hearing pleas of people that didn't matter, or to work extra hard. That was tiresome. A puppet on a throne would be better, as long as everyone knew -he- was the one in charge. Maybe he could put some disabled idiot on the throne? Maybe that feral beast-elf could do? Terneus began to walk as soon as he was able, the knights taking care of his carriage as it entered the river fairy kingdom, while he walked in front of it alongside Halma.

[color=6ecff6][b]"This is terrible..."[/b][/color] Terneus said after awhile, looking around at the various buildings and people looking at their treading into the kingdom.

[color=7bcdc8]"I know, I feel really bad for all these poor people... what manner of monster would do such a thing like what happened at that village?"[/color] Halma said in a ponderous tone, his face growing whiter by the minute, despite being covered halfways in dried mud.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Not that you, acorn brain! I seem to have gotten a mudstain on my coat and what is that smell?"[/b][/color] Terneus wrinkled his nose in disgust as he walked past the fearful looking citizens, some of them just peeking out of their homes or from behind their stands.

[color=6ecff6][i]'These people could carry all manner of sicknesses. This is like treading into some kind of sewer. Ugh. Who would do such willingly?'[/i][/color] The ever so thoughtful and caring governor thought while fetching a silk napkin from his pocket to use as a temporary mask to reduce the horrible scent in the air. [color=6ecff6][b]"Are they roasting some beastfolks? This reeks worse than mournwine or those filthy hounds that Dreadclaw fool had with him."[/b][/color] He grimaced as they approached the market and shops district, when they came upon an odd scene.


There was an odd looking fairy sitting on a throne in the middle of the shopping square, all around there were groteque twisted things. Were those arms? Dead fairies? Dying fairies? The governor couldn't quite make out what terrible sense of art it were, just that the smell was overpowering his noble nose and making him feel sick. There were many onlookers, and they certainly made note of his arrival. Halma and his two knights seemed to become near panic stricken at the sights unfolding in front of them, but they followed Terneus nontheless forwards. The fairy on the throne were also keeping a few other individuals nearby. 

Terneus icy eyes scanned Umber, Azriel and Artemis over. He snorted in an arrogant manner, what manner of gathering was this? Some carneval of the grim and gruesome? Of the wicked and wretched? Of the ugly and poor? And then it happened, some gathering of fairies began to cluster around him and pulling at his clothes and pleading.

[color=7bcdc8]"Please help us! They've gone mad!"[/color] A fairy man said in a hushed but fearful manner, his eyes widened in sheer terror. He was soon flanked by a female fairy crying. [color=7bcdc8]"They killed my husband, please you got to help us."[/color] She pleaded and pulled at his coat.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Stop touching me! Whose gone mad? Whose in charge here?"[/b][/color] He demanded as he shook the fairy man roughly by the shirt.

[color=7bcdc8]"H-helio M-m-m-millinia..."[/color] the man stuttered as his face was overcome with fear and sweat and he fell to his knees as soon as Terneus let go of him.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Millinia? That name sounds familiar.. where have I heard this before? Halma?"[/b][/color] Terneus raised an eyebrow aloft and looked at his terrified aide who seemed as if he had seen a ghost. [color=7bcdc8]"M-my lord Andros... this is.. I.. Risa Millinia is the one leading the rebellion and also a remnant of the old fairy royal family. This... is her brother? But.. he died? Oh by the graces what has happened to this place..." [/color]The elf's words crumbled into mere mumblings as he seemed to realize what all the bizarre 'art' really were.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Ahh! Yes, I knew I knew that name. It is of less importance than my own but it does cast some light on this situation."[/b][/color] Terneus began to stroke the ruffles on his shirt thoughtfully, while still holding his napkin with the other, the crowd of fairies still looking at him.

[color=7bcdc8]"Terneus Andros?"[/color] One fairy said in a questioning manner, and soon after there seemed to be a domino effect of whispering amidst them, and then there was some rising in voices.

[color=7bcdc8]"Lord Terneus! Please help us! We can pay you for helping us! He killed my daughter!"[/color] An old fairy man spoke out, followed by another which chimed in a similar voice. [color=7bcdc8]"I give you all I have if you stop this madness!"[/color].

[color=6ecff6][b]"Help you? Do you people really think that I am- Pay me? All you have?"[/b][/color] The elf raised an eyebrow in sheer surprise, but also in the same moment an idea was born in his head. As if it had indeed been his idea all along. It was truly a blessing that he was so gifted, not only in looks but in intelligence too. The governor took a few moments to adjust his coat, and assumed a pose as if he was the subject of a master artist. Like a sculptor or a grand painter looking him over.

[color=6ecff6][b]"I, Lord Terneus Andros, have heard your pleas of aid and shall do my noble duty. If you have the amas so that I may feed the poor orphaned children of the elven orphanage in turn. Your donation shall be most welcome."[/b][/color] Terneus said in a calmer voice than usual, his face depicting a shimmering smile as he unhooked the cloaks of his knights and ordered them to hold the cloaks as if they were sacks ready to carry things of wealth. Soon after he beckoned the fairies forth.

[color=6ecff6][b]"We must all help each other in these troubling times..."[/b][/color] He said as if he was eating on the most tasteful piece of meat ever eaten, as if there had been butter sliding all over his words. Halma merely looked on in a mix of shock and disbelief. Soon enough there was plenty of jingling sounds coming from the two makeshift sacks and the Governor waved to the fairies in as if he were a british queen, and they were the unsuspecting crowd being duped. [color=6ecff6][b]"Rest assured, I shall spring into action right away, in the meantime please stay indoors."[/b][/color] He said as he bit his teeth together shortly after to conceal his cruel urge to chuckle at their hopes.

[color=6ecff6][i]'These idiots deserve all that is coming their way, and I deserve this for being so much more clever... mmmmm...'[/i][/color] He loved hearing his own voice in his head, it was like soft silk licking his very soul. The four elves and their carriage continued towards the area where the throne were located, after the knights had put in the makeshift sacks of fortunes into the carriage itself.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Who is in charge here? Are you Herio Milpenia? I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor and servant of the king, demands to know what is going on here. I require some methods of long distance travel and what is that terrible smell?"[/b][/color] He felt it more strongly now, the reek of... death? As he addressed Helio and those present near him. Grimacing at the wingless fairy.

[color=6ecff6][i]'And I thought they were disgusting with their wings on...'[/i][/color]