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"My Lords! You cannot be serious!" The tall, lanky man stood suddenly. His chair knocked over backwards with a clatter that echoed through the great hall of the gilded palace. They had spoken and discussed at length, but for this to be the solution... It was damnable. Yet-
"Sit down, Lord Othello." That cool voice ordered, and the said Lord had little choice but to obey. His chair resetting itself as if, and in actuality, by magic. The Lord cast a grateful look to the Lady of Siphonis, but she seemed not to catch it. She never did, for her angular cat-like face never turned from the Ancient Fae King. Lord of them all, and the essence of the land. That cool voice did not allow another's to speak before it continued. "It is as it must be. We are outmatched by our sheer ignorance. If not even I am effective, then I must recalculate what is." His hands pressed together before him, the all too fair features in a frown of disdain. Othello had rarely seen the Lord of Fae in such a state and often when he was it meant someone was about to die. Usually a painful, and horrible death. It kept his people in line. The Fae were a cruel and vicious people at times. Their longevity did not help this, as grudges could span eons.
"But, My Lord, to whom will the Lesser Fae follow when we have spent our power to bind this problem back till a solution can be found?" The Lady of Siphonis spoke softly, yet none the less truly. "Unless you mean to-?" The already tense atmosphere was thick with fear and concern, when the High Lord bowed his head in answer those at the great table gave cries of dismay. Offering and begging that perhaps there was another way. Yet they knew it was not to be.
"What's done is done. I will enact upon myself the toll, yet I must take along you-" Pale eyes gave the Lady of Siphonis a look off sheer apology and grief at what must be done. Othello felt as through all the Swords of Darkness had pierced him and ripped him to shreds. This is why she was so lovely and so fair. So unobtainable to the likes of he! Though he was of the bluest of blood, and noble of spirit! Yet he could not match the King of the Fae in the sacrifice that would be made. Grief tore at his heart as his gaze lowered. But not before catching the King's. Knowing passed between them, and it was all he could to stop from weeping openly as the Great Lord nodded his majestic head in apology. His King, his heart! Lost to the Darkness while he would sleep and hold it back for time untold. Unknowing if he would awaken. If he could find her once more!
Yet the Lady of Siphonis rose and join hands with the King of All Fae. It was time, there would be no goodbyes. No waiting. No delays. For they had done so long enough. And as it was said...
As the King Wills so shall it be done.

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The Fae Realm exists outside of our own. In a swell beyond our time, and a world not of our space, it stands. With wonders and dangers beyond human imagination. Yet we speak of it, tell our tales, sing songs. We know it is there, but few believe it. Even fewer see it! But it is there. A strong fast of all we have wished or forgotten. Yet things are not as they should be, for there is much strife and turmoil in the Courts of the Fae. Once one land united under the great Sidhe. A branch of High Fae, that was of unearthly ties unlike their slightly lesser brethren. They controlled powerful magics and forged many of the wonders of the Realm. Keeping peace and prosperity, with ruthless will and the sword if necessary. Which it was, Fae are longed lived and feuds and not easily forgotten.

But disaster struck in the form of a enemy they could not prevail against and the Sidhe paid the price to protect their realm. Casting their ancient magic they forced the creatures that came for them back into the Voiden Edges and held them back. They disappeared however, and behind them was left the ruins of their once proud land. But the Fae lived and rebuilt. It was they had dared hoped to achieve and so they had. But their hope was even greater for in their disappearance two of the High Fae remained. Splitting the land and Court to manage as they were wont. Marriage was even arranged between the two to cement the peace. But they still needed to rebuild with too few people. To deal with rebels who would see no High Fae rule at all with a broken army. It would not be a easy task.

But that is where you lot come in. By force, by trick, of by twisted bargain. Humans were petty creatures, so much weaker than most Fae. But with different factions causing a ruckus, and Fae weakened by a long war. Humans were numerous, they could be turned into lesser Season-born Fae. Pressed into a civil indentured servitude where it would be needed. A trade that was prosperous enough that a group has been delivered to the palaces of the Fae. The supposedly kinder Seelie and the wicked Unseelie both. To work as servants or whatever else needed doing.

But, what will you fickle humans do? Try to escape, or unravel the secrets of the Fae Courts? Perhaps you'll suprise us all. Or just wind up dead. As it is often said. Humans are the creatures of Fate's thread and Fate is ever unpredictable.

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Note this does not mean type. It is also fair to note that while a ent by one High Fae may be considered a 'Lesser' Fae. They themselves are not Lesser Fae. Lesser Fae is more a term applied to the yeomen of the Fae. The Peasantry if you will.

• Sidhe - Powerful Fae of unearthly magic, they have since disappeared.
• High Fae - Powerful Fae that look more like elves. They are the majority that make up the nobility.
• Wild Fae - Fae that do not belong to a Court, or dwell in the Ruined Lands.
• Lesser Fae - Generally the sprites, brownies, nymphs. The smaller and less powerful of Fae.

Spring Lands:
The pleasantness of spring can be found here. The gently rolling hills filled with flowers and bubbling springs. It is a place of quiet and contemplation. The most peaceful of the Seasonal Lands. They lack a port to the Sea of Mists. Their trade is the best for the basic farm animals and are rivaled only by Fall and Summer in the crops they produce. This is the home of the Court of the Seelie, and the seat of power for Yggdrasil.
Summer Lands:
This is the season of forests in full bloom. The warmest of the Courts they boast the largest port to the Sea of Mists, which is also their largest city. Their trade is the largest for the timber and wood they collect inland. Though they also boast the only trade for sea side products. It is a place of endless life at it's supposed easiest. With plenty of food, and a good trade, they can argue to be the wealthiest of all Season Lands despite Winter. It is part of the Seelie Court.
Fall Lands:
The seat of power to Falk and the Unseelie Court. It is the darkest of the Courts, and the one with the most secrets. Theirs is a court in the glory of harvest and amber leaves. Their trade is in both food stuffs, timber, and the hides of their hunts. But in unofficial rumors they are rumored also to trade in magic and bargain more than the other Courts. It also boasts the most Ruins of the War, aside from the Ruined Lands. Their tall trees can be circled by ten human men, their roots forming roads entirely of their own. Even as their branches do the same.
Winter Lands:
A land of snow and ice, it is a harsh environment. While they boast the smallest population they are arguably the wealthiest. Even with Summer's rivalry. Their mines of gems and Fae iron (An iron that the Fae may use said to be from fallen stars.) produce the most and in the highest quality. But is not safe and far too often iron is found and must be removed by human hand. With evergreen forests, and tundras. They are part of the Unseelie Court.

The central area of the Four Season Lands. It is the remains of the great palace of the Fae. Many wonder about what secrets it hold, but few who go to that ancient land come back. It has become a home for outlaws and brigands. Along a place for exiles and mad Fae.

A deadly sea. Many who swim or sail it risk their very lives, as it is said to be filled with monsters. Though the treasures beneath it's waves grant a high price. It circles the Realm of Fae, and many speak of it as the edge of all things. For to go out beyond it would be to go beyond the end of whatever brought the nightmares so many centuries ago. Some avoid it as a evil place, while others seek it for it's treasures.

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