Zahrale

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Is it just me or does Lyrax's char' seem a tad Manic?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

The massive guard chuckles, looking her over. "One Fae. Let have a goblin out here, She how she deals with the twisted and uncontrolled." once more, a well kept specimen, but this time, green rough skin defines this being, he's also shorter, and a bit vile. he's given a buckler and short spear, he looks about frantically "Careful, this one is tricky- and faster than humans."

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Of all things, Of all the substances... A snow flake lands on summer kings hand. Someone from winter was there- but who, or Where, is a good question. Undoubtedly a chill breeze brushes past Falk, and Aisling. Falk would know that breeze all too well, There's only one being in winter who can use the Cold Gates with such ease, And it's no one friendly to summer. He's likely only there to speak to Falk, if not torment Summer's weaker members.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

"There is a sword to fear however, maybe two... ask your blade about them at a later time- or perhaps mine will show up.. Though it tends to do as it pleases." he sounds uncaring as he leads her through twisting and turning paths, no man or fae alike would understand the gremlins home, other than himself, and once led inside to its deepest depths, who knows how long it would take to get out. he leads her to a training room- there's already a few Winter born here, picking on younger fae and humans like, who cannot properly hold up to the barrage of strikes, The kings guards are trained viciously with the spears they wield, but here everyone is using blunt training weapons. "Clear the space- I've a new tool to test." the fae Scramble out of the a few nearly tripping over each other... IT appears when the king is seen in his training arena, people scatter out of utter fear. This causes him to chuckle "i might be one of the younger lords of the fae world, But i am no exception to its brutal power... now.. I need three of the captured humans- Hand them shield and sword, Sharp swords." The guardsmen bring out the now armed 'Gladiators', they are kept in very good condition, and actually look formidable.

"Hyrus, See to her training- And don't let her die." the massive brute of a guard nods, half bowing, as the gremlin turns and leaves, he has other places to be and he's held too many people up waiting for him. He's certain the queen would be very displeased with his lack of punctuality and care for the gathering she had planned.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

he laughs and nearly folds in half with the laughter "You think i would not know....?" he gestures for her to follow him once more- "and bring your new partner, it needs the freedom from that wardrobe. I believe that sword was the one made with ice in its blade. Hard to keep track."
He counts over the weapons, so distinct in his knowledge of blades, that he even lists off ages, numbers of uses, how many deaths. he then hums "It's either the Ice blade, or its the one that likes to Electrocute things- similar to a weak... Stun gun? That's what they are called, right?" he shakes his head "doesn't matter, either way, ill have a few ... unwilling test subjects..."

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Something different shows on the gremlins face, Was it joy? Pleasure? Never the less for the unspeakable emotion twisting the gremlins face into a light smile "Be my guest, all of those in my court are free to take and use as they please- it does have a twin, and then an older and larger version as well- here and here." he points out the weapons on the wall. "However i do have a ... Different ... weapon i was going to offer." he walks over to a massive, ornate wardrobe, what unspeakable beauty or terror may lay within this wardrobe is unknown, but it almost seems to whisper to songstress, as if something was calling out to her- its whisper soothing and calming. It whispers of pain and death- and the miracle of ending life slowly, and with agony unlike any other. The winter king pulls the doors back to reveal his forte, the Fae Weapons. Here lay beautiful weapons that hum with extraordinary quality's, From a spear as bright and shining as the sun reflecting on ice, to a long sword, waved and serrated... However all of these weapons are made of Iron. These would kill any Fae, human or otherwise that dared come within range.

"If you dare, see these, And find the one that calls to you- With it i will reforge you into a perfect match- and with your devilish new partner, make you a weapon that bathes in blood and agony; A true nightmare to all that can see." The gremlin stands proudly to the side, gesturing over these weapons, the whisper is hard to pin down- a closer look would be required. "Oh, and you can have the Fae-touched weapon form here... And the daggers." his eyes reflect the fire, and in the light of the forge, even he has a beauty to him, unlike any other fae.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Depends on how they are trained, and who changed them- or atleast thats what Runic made it sound like in her explanation @Emma.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

"Im not sure if i should kill you for knowing too much, or if i should reward you for being less foolish than a typical being." he chuckles leading the woman to a large room- later she would come to know this room as his Smithy- The air here was Ho, almost too hot to bear, and there are blades, more swords, daggers and more litter the myriad of racks and walls, like a macabre version of a toy store, for the bloodthirsty and murderous. A massive forge sits at the end of the room with a large anvil and what is nearly a Sledge, with a grind wheel and tempering barrel. This gremlin has far too much free time. "You can call me Haeson.... Your name?"

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

He raises a brow "And here i was hoping you would be stupid and try to resist." he smiles wide, and stands. "We are in the Winter Court- My halls of Iron in the snow born realms of winter." he nods, and opens the door. "In the realms of the Fair Folk- or if you want to make enemies, you could call people Faeries... But most of us Hate that- almost as much as i hate being called a Goblin." he gestures to the hall way "Shall we?"

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

the gremlins face twists into what is a scowl- the same kind scowl a murder would have over his prey... "GREMLIN... young one, i am a Gremlin. GOBLINS are shorter, and not nearly as fair." he calms, and sighs, holding up a glass of water, handing it to her "But yes you are alive as you can see, and it is my doing, and you are in my court, and home." he sighs and gestures about "And this is your room... if you shall have it." The gremlin then locks his eyes onto hers. the dark spheres of a dark no-named shade of green burrowing into hers, "I saved your life, and thus you owe me, do you not?" The unspoken threat, and unknowable danger would be spotted by any fe, but any silly little human is just prey to a game they don't know they are playing.