[IC] Samhain Intrigues

[Forett]

Thymund White

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Thymund remain quiet as Kaeleer spoke. He had little issues with the general, however he knew that most of the fey and creatures that served Falk had their interesting traits. Kaeleer was different, he reminded Thymund of an older version of himself; A version that would perhaps one day be tamed by time… Thymund laughed internally at the thought of being tamed. It was known well that Thymund was a loose case within the courts. He was as the whispers were, ever present yet unimportant. Should a whisper come true?...

Thymund would stop to the right of Kaeleer, though he would not bow nor fall to a knee. He would drop the slightest of nods, as if giving the lord a greeting fit for any he may meet. Thymund would not speak as Kaeleer would announce himself. Thymund, while still beside Kaeleer, would be a single step back as to not be directly in his line of sight or as far forward as he. Thymund would wait for the summon to be announced.

Thymund had many thoughts for Kaeleer's comments, but he would not voice them yet.

[LadyRunic]

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Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Throne Room-

"My will..." The ancient voice was slow and there was a dangerous tone to it. A tone that boded no ill to friend or foe who stood before them. Power that Thymund would recognize flickered about the room along the halls that could not be seen in the darkness. To Kaeleer it felt like Falk, but slightly off. A shimmer of power that was slightly lesser. Perhaps Falk was layering a lesser spell, perhaps not. "This winter-born fae was found preaching his words of my ill." There would normally be humor of this but something had triggered their lord's temper and that was rare indeed. His eyes gleamed with the unholy green light that filled the sky before a storm. His power sending shadows rippling like small waves upon the northern ocean. "More than that, he was gathering followers in a potential uprising. Followers from the Styggian Company and the Winter Forces." Falk continued, naming the army from Under the Mountain and the legions within the Winter's silent mountains. His gaze turned from Kaeleer to focus on Thymund with a singular question. "Have you found anything within this city?" It was no much a question as a order.

-Location: Servant Quarters-

Bianca watched the young human go. She was human herself as well, but the old woman had lived- and loved- among the Fae. She found this life better than the one she had left, but that was not so common in these dark Halls. Most who came here were snatched by promises they didn't mean to make and didn't last too long before digging themselves further into debt than they could pay back. But it was as it was, she could not stop nor divert the path of others. Fate had a road before all of them, or so her lover had told her. Bianca had yet to hear such a thing as wrong.

Noah walks into a large room. Couches, chairs, and stools spread about the room and tables within some circles of them. A large fireplace roared at either end of the room and a piano sat off to one side of the center pillar. The music was sweet and pure. People- humans- came and went as they would. Carrying mending, books and such. To talk or do the typical actives of a group amongst themselves.

[Fallenreaper]

Noah Griffin

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Noah’s attention snapped to the forefront of his thoughts. His eyes noting the outdated room and heard the elegant music dancing along the air. It added a sense of warmth to the icy situation. Cautiously he stepped to the side when his eyes noted two servants heading his direction. Their expressions appeared locked in conversation until they broke past the doorway, then a shroud of professionalism replaced each one. It was strange. The demonstration caused Noah to edge deeper to the room, unsure what to do or where to report for whatever hell awaited him. Noah knew he looked like a dumb lug just standing around with his arms at his side, but it was better than doing something wrong.