Location: Airedale keep [@Crimson Paladin][@Guy0fV4lor][@Pyromania99][@FrogRFlowR] [hr] Sorcha listened first to Ethelred. As he spun his tale of the Wyvern, the attack on redwater, Od’s disappearance and the run in with the Harzel Knights, her visage remained as an unreadable stone. The only slip, was the subtle widening of her own eyes as the frozen knight mentioned the black Wyvern - even more so at Reinhardts description of the beast. [color=fff79a][sub][sub]“...too soon…”[/sub][/sub][/color] A quiet mumble, immediately drowned out by the queens normal booming voice. [color=fff79a]“A dragon?! Are you certain? They haven’t been seen in Albion in centuries! And you actually managed to slay it? Well, that is certainly good news! Though its troubling that Harzel also has claim to the beast…”[/color] “Speaking of, your majesty.” Elnith handed the queen the letter sir Lonan had given them. “That harzel knight set you this message. I believe he wishes to split the spoils from the beast.” [color=fff79a]“Hm…I see. Well, a wyvern would make fine armor and weapons for the soldiers and men…”[/color] A hand went to her chin as she seemingly mulled over a few things for a moment before shaking her head.[color=fff79a] “...No, that’s not important for now. What is important…is that you all, at least, came back alive and mostly in one piece.”[/color] Sorcha offered a bright grin towards all the gathered knights. [color=fff79a]“Welcome back, and good job all of you. I’ll handle things with Harzel and our spoils from that beast. I’ll look into some things about this wyvern as well and whoever this king might be. For now, all of you deserve a rest.”[/color] “Though, if you’re still energetic there are a few things around Airedale that we could use some assistance with.” Vyrell walked into the room, giving the gathered knights his usual affable if somewhat aloof smile. “We’ve got reports of some Unseelie causing trouble around Hrjelskin’s fall, as well as something about some elves being seen over in Nids End. Probably nothing that one, but actual elves being spotted are a rarity.” “Vyrell. Vyrell!” Lugh excitedly bounced where he stood. “Hjrelskins fall. Can I?” “Hmm…I suppose if another of the knights accompany you.” The young Tuatha looked over the gathered knights, eyes wide and pleading. [color=fff79a]“Vyrell, I take it our…guest is being seen too?”[/color] Sorcha had trouble getting the word out amicably. The malice for their ‘guest’ was palpable by all the knights gathered. “Fio is currently in the middle of her interrogation. I expect we’ll hear something in a few days.” [color=fff79a]“Mhm, good. Now, then, if there is nothing else. For now, I shall declare Od missing until we know for certain otherwise. I will take time to consider this information you have provided as well as figure out our next steps with Vyrell. If dragons have returned and this…’herald’ is as strong as you say, then we have our work cut out for us. If anyone has need of me, I shall be in my chambers thinking of how to get as much of that beast from Harzel as I can…”[/color] Unless she was stopped, Sorcha would proceed to leave the meeting hall and head up towards her private quarters. “Oh, don’t mind me Luna.” Elnith offered Luna a soft smile. “I’ve had much worse, you know. Nothing a little rest won’t heal, dear.” “Lady Luna, if I may have a moment - I would like to hear more about these bandits if you don’t mind.” Vyrell asked, joining the two knights. Sucaria was quietly awaiting either an order or having to fend off more undesirables. Location: Airedale Prison -> L̴̻̔ð̵̡͠§̵̞̌†̶̳̽ ̴͎̍Ð̸̺́ŗ̸̏ê̸̛̲å̵͎̿m̵̭̈́ [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] The queen had not been kind to the prisoner. She remained tightly bound, gagged, blindfolded and tied to a vertical table. She was not allowed to move a single inch, and the bindings on her arms and legs pressed roughly against her chest making even breathing hard. And the cell! It could hardly be called something humane - barely a room bigger than a closet. It looked more like she had been prepped for torture by Vyrell more than anything. Her preparations would take a while. A large container of pure water wasn’t the most difficult thing. Servants could easily be asked to do it, and in the end she had a large basin filled with clean, pure water. The fomorian could still hear, and she certainly seemed to be somewhat aware of what Fio was doing, her head tilting slightly to the side, seemingly following the chalk as though she was trying to glean some information from the sounds of Fio’s drawing. The protection sigils were next. Complex runes, engravings, patterns evoking the warding properties of water and hourglasses and serpents for protection against evil. Even from here, they were lightly tickling from activation simply from being so close to a fomorian. She then, would step into the cold water. The water within the basin began to shimmer as she entered, sinking into the water…and sinking, sinking…and sinking… Perhaps, Fio may have panicked slightly when she felt the water never end. In fact, she felt as though she was being pulled down, quickly, roughly, by some otherworldly presence as she was pulled deep into the abyss. But just as quickly as it’d start, she’d find herself being ejected from the infinite sea that once surrounded her as she’d pull herself out of the liquid and…onto some sort of hard, white, smooth floor that shone impossibly bright. Above, an endless expanse of stars, planets. The spirit she had invoked, according to the dwarves was one of Heroes, oceans, and associated with the moon. The Giants believed her to be one of lakes, dreams, and travel. The spirit too, was incredibly reluctant to show itself to people, and often never did - only a handful of accounts and even less would be reputable or verifiable. But those were likely not thoughts or information immediately relevant. She’d find the scenery changing almost instantly. A flurry of motion as it was like she’d find herself being fast-forwarded to what was the bandit camp that she had just finished decimating not too long ago. The men were raucously chatting away, hoisting something up onto the bonfire. Some sort of unseelie from the Laughing wood, it seemed like. In the distance she could see the fomorian and Annagan arguing about something. The faceless bandits were also speaking, though unless she focused they were unintelligible words. Her body was light and airy. She could move freely here, and she could likely exert some sort of influence over this realm as long as she kept her wits about her. That just left the question of where to start her investigation. Maybe the basement they had mention may have some answers. Perhaps she could also try moving deeper, but that may pose its own challenges. Above the same alien stars and planets hung, and outside the walls of the camp, if she so cared to look, a field of smooth, impenetrable black and a slight uneasy feeling filled the air. A stark contrast to the white earlier.