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 Post subject: Elven Home
 Post Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:13 pm 
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Mysteri had sent out the Sable butterfly's and now waited for anyone to be recognized by them. She had heard that there were those who still hunted those of her kind but these butterfly's would only find those who were meant to be found and brought home to the elven lands. Quendelie was a home for any blood that would serve the lands that she was part of. Her gates only opened for those of heart those with a need to serve. Now she waited to hear the replays that the wing ones would bring. She had sent them throughout the kingdom save the Point of Kings here she traveled herself. She had spoken quietly with the Prime Minister asking permission to address the people of these lands and had been granted a brief opportunity.



" People of Kings point I come to you announcing the opening of the gates of Quendelie if your heart is true and you seek to serve than you will be welcome in our lands. We call to those of elven blood, of Fey blood of any blood, who wish to be among there own with no fear. to join us." Her voice rose as she spoke through the heckling of the crowed. Statements of 'what will you pay for me not to kill the elves?' rang from the group just before her. She looked to the speaker eyes alight with humor as she felt the Lord of the angels step just behind her, and some few of the ones she had spoken, also quietly milling within the group, looked hard to this speaker and those around him. "Should you choose to attack my elves or my home you will find you have many problems.



Some were missing from the gathering before her but her words would travel to all who had not been here.


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 Post Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:20 am 
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Mysteri grew worried as time passed having heard from only a few wanting to come into the Elven House of Quendelie. She knew it would be slow gathering the people again but she had hoped that many would have a strong heart and wish to stand with her regardless of the price they might pay. She had not been able to journey to Kings Point again since her announcement and that to bothered her, she would have liked to have known that those who had stood with her that day had not suffered. She knew the price that would come if to many joined together again but she had hopes and would continue her search for those that still remained hidden.


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 Post Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 4:54 pm 
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Location: Eagle Shire/King's Point
Fionnigan Hellblazer sat in the high back chair in the study of his small apartment above his magic shop his arms folded into the folds of his deep black robes. The gnome work clock hanging on the wall showed one hour past the hour of the witch. He pulled a hand free of its black cloth resting place and picked up the piece of parchment to read the words again he had already read a dozen times or more.

“The House of Quendelie has risen, m'lord.” were the only words that adorned the simple piece of yellow parchment. Under it was his apprentice's sigel pressed into the wax seal below her signature. Could it be true that even after all these years the fae lords have decided to step out from the trees and impose their will on the empire again? The possibility seemed mere fantasy to Fionnigan, yet here was the evidence staring him back in his face.

“A reborn elven court. That's all I need.” grumbled the sorcerer as he sat staring at the letter in his pale hand.

Fionnigan's attempt to bring order back to the Emerald Hills had not been going well. Beyond the fact that the northern part of the empire was at war with itself and Lord Shamus was free and helping the rebel forces, Fionnigan himself had recently been attacked. Someone had, as far as he knew, attacked him and burned his manor home in Eagleshire to the ground. He couldn't be sure exactly what happened to him though, as a matter of fact he was having trouble remembering a lot of things.

He had awoken in a field outside of his manor home, and found the entire place burned to the ground. He had no memory though of how he had come to be in the field or what had happened to him. When he came to in the field the last thing Fionnigan remembered was getting the news of Lord Shamus' escape and then he had awoke in the field in the middle of the night.

Fionnigan took refuge in his magic shop in the Emerald City, and over the past few weeks had been trying to get back on his feet. Yet he was sick. A gnawing hunger plagued him, he could only sleep during the day, and he was weak weaker than he had ever been. Now this news of the elven court's return to power meant he had to figure out what was wrong with him, and quickly.

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 Post Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:19 am 
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Mysteri sat in her bed beads of sweat trailing down her face fear flooded her mind but of what she did not remember. Some....something was coming she could feel that some threat to her and the other elves. She threw the thick woven bedding from and lit a candle that sat by her bedside the smell of lavender and honeysuckle filling her small room. Pacing the floor as she tried to cling to the last few bits of the dream but the harder she held to it the faster it flew away. Mysteri slowed her heart beat and calmed her mind she sat on the floor and focused only on the feeling of dread that had held her trying to allow the thoughts to flow freely into her mind....


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 Post Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:45 pm 
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In the dead of night a figure glided through the forest much had happened since the butterfly had come to him and much had changed. The grass now withered and earth became cracked and barren with his every step, he had finally found the home of the elves. when he heard the call he had been confused until the dark saint explained the circumstances of his birth but he still didn't know how to treat this knowledge.

A withered hand knocks on the gate each impact decaying the ancient wood

"KNOCK"
"KNOCK"
"KNOCK"

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