Location: Airedale keep [@Crimson Paladin][@Pyromania99] [hr] “...Thank you for the concern, Lady Luna, but please, its really not needed.” Elnith replied with a quiet chuckle. She would not resist, though, merely quietly offer Luna a gentle smile as she worked her magic. Still, even if she could heal…Elniths wounds wouldn’t be so easily dealt with. She could make the lesser burns better, but anything more severe? It would require multiple days to heal. It was likely only a small comfort that Elnith was of a superhuman constitution. Vyrell, meanwhile, took the token gently from Luna, staring intently at it. Whatever he was thinking was difficult to tell over his usual unreadable face. “...Hm.” Vyrell handled the crest, turning it over a few times before looking back towards Luna. “As you are aware, I’ve spent time with the elves of Lymensari, the Fomorian and Unseelie of the Laughing Wood. I am aware of history and stories not common to most humans.” Vyrell glanced back at the crest. “If you’ll let me have it, I shall dig up some information from some of my sources. My intuition is telling me that whatever is going on with this sigil it could affect her Majesty.” “Well, if you’re done with me, Luna…” Elnith smiled, pulling away from the knight. “Someone is staring at me rather intently, so I should probably go say hi. Thanks again, Luna.” She’d reach up, pat Luna on the head, and headed back over to Ethelred. “If you keep staring at me, people might get the wrong idea, Sir Ethelred.” She greeted him. “Thank you again for coming to my rescue. I realize I should have been able to handle that much myself, but…I guess I’m still not good enough…” She shook her head, banishing the negative thoughts. “Do you require my assistance for something?” Hearing that Ethelred may be going to hunt the Unseelie, Lugh would quietly, move over, though he didn’t immediately say anything as he’d just stare up at Ethelred with the biggest, pleading eyes he could muster. Location: Airedale Forests [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] Reinhardt would head out of the city, past the city gates, and into the nearby forests. They were mostly safe, thanks to the routine patrols and most things seemingly just having a natural tendency to stay away from the city for whatever reason. He might run into a hunter or two, a farmer out for a walk, or some children playing outside the walls, but for the most part, it was just him…and the sound of nature. But out here, one could only remain alone for so long even then. Instead of a child, some farmer, or some other such person…he’d find a fairly unfamiliar woman, drawing something into the dirt with a wooden staff. [url=https://i.imgur.com/BSvDB3e.png]Short brown hair, pale blue eyes and a white dress on an overall petite frame.[/url] “Interrupt my spellcasting, and I’ll turn you into a frog.” She’d say in his direction. Location: L̴̻̔ð̵̡͠§̵̞̌†̶̳̽ ̴͎̍Ð̸̺́ŗ̸̏ê̸̛̲å̵͎̿m̵̭̈́ [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] Focus. Like a lucid dream. She focused on the bandit leader and the fomorian, easily found by her distinctive, messy blond hair. A distant as she was though, it wasn’t easy to make out their words. The Fomorian herself was seemingly lounging about on the ground, lazily stuffing her mouth with some sort of dark colored fruit. Annagan’s face for whatever reason, was completely blank, like someone had scribbled over a drawing. Perhaps the fomorian hadn’t bothered to remember his face. “What’s the matter, musclehead? I thought you’d be attacking those dumb lightswords already. Or has your blood run cold?” “Has anyone ever told you your incessant chatter is worse than the laughing fey?” “Pfft, I’ll take that as a compliment….” The conversation grew dim for a few moments as Fio began moving towards the basement, words heard, but drowned as though they were spoken through water. “...have you given up? Given up your pursuit of strength?” “Of course not.” “Pathetic. Then why do you keep rejecting my…experiments?” “Simple - I want to crush them with my own strength.” “...Hypocrite. I’ve already given your men strength.” “They made that choice themselves-” “...Heh. We’ll see how long you say that for…” That was all she could hear of the conversation, their voices fading into the distance. The basement under the large wooden construction was easy enough to find. The rest of the base was fragmented, murky, as though the fomorian couldn’t be bothered to remember it all. As she’d step down the path and into the cellar of the place she’d find something quite…unexpected. Instead of the cells of the forts basement, she was now standing in some sort of man made cave it seemed. Patches of the ground were smooth, inky black, as though the floor of this dreamscape was melding with the ground in certain places, or simply weren’t being remembered well. At the end of a long hallway, she could hear two voices speaking but they were only accompanied by vague shadows. “...how long do you intend to keep up this farce?” “Farce, C—--?” A voice she’d recognize as the fomorian prisoners and a masculine voice she felt was familiar, but couldn’t quite immediately place. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ll break them, and those damnable lightswords. I just need to…convince him.” “...we both know you’re here for something else, Cethlenn. Luckily for you I don’t care for your schemes for they’re nothing to Lord —-.” Obscured names. Was the fomorian trying to resist? She had a name for the fomorian now at least it seemed. Cethlenn. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just a harmless little scientist looking for greater power and understanding. These funny little humans will be excellent sources of information.” “...suit yourself. I’ve been instructed to help. I shall take some men, and harass the Lightswords for some time. Do hurry up. We are getting impatient with your lack of results in this matter.” Wait…that was the voice of the fomorian that attacked the Lightsword Outpost! If nothing else, this confirmed they new each other, but it was hard to say much else about what was happening, or what all this information currently meant without more context. The shadows would disperse, and the long stone hallway she was in would rumble slightly, and the wall behind them sinking into the ground and allowing further passage within. Behind she could hear the sound of what sounded like more shouting, back outside in the fort the way she came. Ahead, it seemed…the cave let out into the large expanse of blackness that extended outside of the camp. For a brief moment, she almost thought she heard something whisper for her to head that way…but there was nothing that way except an endless expanse of nothingness.