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Falk waved off the goblet with a dismissal wave. "My Lady, it would be against my interests to make war upon your borders, and competition would be..." He trailed off with a deep chuckle. "The war that resulted... These young fairies would be standing in rank with the other fallen of my Hunt." Winds howled in a shrieking gale. A show of power and terror. A dark armored hand took the Snow Queen's in it's own as lips kissed the tips with gentle courtesy. The Fall Kin stood before her and then the wind darkened all the more. "My reasons for the Moot have been dealt with. Seeing as we are devolving into bickering..." Tegvan gave a harsh laugh. "I shall see to the task, the Frozen Lady of Beauty has laid before me." The wind soared into a small twister before dissipating. Where the ancient King once stood was a spire of fall roses in full blood.

Flowers for the future Queen.

The winds of the Fall's High Hall screamed and shook the great trees. Aisling looked up in fear as many Fae did. Many of the lesser Fae fled, as did a handful of greater Fae. Appearing at the base of his throne the Fall King, Tegvan, appeared. Clothed in robes of black and grey. His eyes gleaming with power as he laughed. His Fae watched on in fear and horror. What had brought their king such amusement? Did it bode them well or ill? 'She who is born of Ashes' cringed back as the ancient Fae Lord's gaze locked upon her and his voice shook her being. "Go forth Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, play for the Queen of Winter and thaw her heart with mortal charm. Return once her heart lies within my hand!" His command contained so much more than he said. The layers of spell that was laid upon the human girl made her twist to the Fall King's will. Well did Falk bind his tools to him. Winds swooped about the woman before she was swept off to the Winter Court. The poor Irish woman looked bewildered about at the foot of the winter throne, her harp in lap and hand. Swears streamed from the fiery lass's lips, the Fae Lord had gone mad. Surely mad! Though her hands were drawn to tune the harp and prepare to play as her Lord did bid.

Taking his throne, Falk laughed and sent his eyes out to watch the borders as he puzzled over the ancient spells.

@Prince of Seraphs
In the last RP all the fae could feel an unease that signaled Wylde Hunt rallying itself and even the plot summary says the Courts are tense as the Wylde Hunt prepares to ride. This is what I was referring to. Not a literal darkening of the skies, though I would not doubt that was within the Wylde Hunt's power they are not yet actually riding so they shouldn't yet have a physical presence in any but the Fall Court.

This isn't the same RP fully. It's a Reboot.

@Belle

What if, because she knows Falk will unfreeze her heart, Arys decides to wants revenge before she has her heart and feelings back. So she attacks Feoras' heart : Lyra. She somehow (need to figure this out) sends a goblin with fruit to Summer and gets Lyra to eat it under the guise of a gift. Lyra eats it and is poisoned by the fruit, becoming gravely ill. And the only hope for an antidote is Spring.

I like.

@Ojo chan 42

Sorry, I just skimmed your character. >.< Life's been busy.

who pulled out an iron cross to make Clyde yield to his will. Caoimhin Struggled but it was to late, the holster had crosses stamped on to them, making her unable to defey the man. Forced to flee from the iron,

Crosses and religous artifacts do not affect Fae. The Fae are beyond the bounds of religion and as Falk says...
"We shaped Mortals, they were our creation that went beyond our hand. For from them came our Doom."
Crosses cannot affect Fae, the only thing that could would be promises of binding. Iron would burn painfully and KILL Fae. Especially young ones, easily.

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