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==Chapter 10: A Trip to the Feywilds== | ==Chapter 10: A Trip to the Feywilds== | ||
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Oh what an interesting trip this turned out to be. In order to explain just what everything looked like would take another title that this author does not have the patience or time left for. After all, he wants to live to bee 1,000 and have plenty of stories to talk about. But to start, one has to cross the barrier between | Oh what an interesting trip this turned out to be. In order to explain just what everything looked like would take another title that this author does not have the patience or time left for. After all, he wants to live to bee 1,000 and have plenty of stories to talk about. But to start, one has to cross the barrier between plane. Now Amaris knew of a location in which the barrier between the Fey realm and the Material Plane were nearly intersecting, allowing for such a crossing to take place. She led me beyond the camp boundaries and into the woods of the wilds. Here, the trees were packed together to create a heavily obscured grotto, one with moon beams that barely punched through the canopy. Oh it was a marvelous place, but the magic was only beginning. Within the moon beams, reality almost shimmered, and when I looked upon those beams I saw that there was movement within, no, beyond them. This was where the two planes touched. I was mesmerized. As we approached this place, I was starting to get an understanding about what her relationship was like with her betrothed. It was an arranged marriage, which while not uncommon in my time, it was something I had somewhat forgotten about while I was married to Cellica. I felt a bit bad for the poor girl, but she reassured me that the two were both only in it for the alliance, and had the ability to find another should the desire arise. At least she has that option available to her. Of course, Cellica wanted to have our nightly visitation, and Amaris had no quarrel with meeting her, and so just as she did with Marianne, she visited and introduced herself. Amaris and Cellica talked for some time, about her life and what lye ahead for the satyr. What she plans on doing in the future when she becomes a leader of her court and how change can be accomplished in even the most stubborn of people. Soon Amaris' fiancé arrived, Sayla of the Wynteria Court, and Cellica took her leave. We discussed the state of the courts, and from what was said, everything is as it should have been. But one can never be too caution is a game of espionage like the one we were currently playing, and so we established possible realities before entering the portal. Perhaps it was a ruse, perhaps there was a spy, perhaps it was just a trick from the fey. All uncertain, all possible. And so we set out into the portal, and what a sight I held on the other side. The world had changed in an instant. | ||
I was surrounded by what seemed like moonlit forest full of plants and colors I could have only dreamed about as a boy. There seemed to be two diverging paths, one of shadow and darkness, the other attended by pixies and full of color and life. Amaris said that the pixies were usually a sign that this road led to the Feywilds. And of course, who was I to argue. I had absolutely no idea how this plane worked, and certainly did not want to get lost here. So I followed, observing my surroundings and really taking them all in. Eventually, we came to a place with a wide variety of changing paths. Some held pure emotions, like anger, despair, and joy, others reflected the seasons. But we eventually came to one path with small images of the moon in various phases, and Amaris insisted this was the way. I summoned my most trusted sergeant, 2, and we followed her and Sayla down this path. I was unsure what I was going to find here, or what was going to happen, but Amaris had some insight as to what to expect. Firstly, the Court was not exactly open to outsiders meddling in their business or with their territory, so I was not to touch anything. Easy enough, I did not need any repercussions for my curiosity, and my eyes are observant enough. And observe they did. The amount of color within this realm was astounding. And entering the heart of it all was a breath taking thing, with pure energy radiating about the place. We passed by a number of doors, some with names of people, possibly Amaris' siblings, and some with the names of creatures from the material plane. It was just before entering the chamber of Lady Luanach that Amaris gave me my second piece of advice. If I am asked to dance, I am to dance as if my life depended on it. While I did not know exactly what that meant, it would not be long before I found out. Lady Luanach began by probing with questions against Amaris, clearly trying to pull something from her or exert control. But then she asked me to dance, and of course I feared what consequences would come if I refused that request. So I danced for this fey queen. A dance which I had not performed in a great number of centuries, hailing from the upper rhineland region of Old Troverth. At first, I handled the tempo, but slowly I noticed it increase. This was a game, a test, and now I understood. I would either fail to keep up, and surely die, or be pushed to the point of exhaustion, and my old age would do the rest. Neither option were really open, and so I created a third approach, tap into the power of Cellica and dance like I had on our wedding night. And dance I did, apparently well enough that I can continue to write this. But I will surely need to have another dance with my wife at some point. Well, with my performance over, it was time for Amaris to entertain her mother, but her nerves slowed her, making her movements usure. Apparently, it was not impressive, and the conversation turned again. Lady Luanach wanted to know why her daughter was here, and she wanted to know now. Amaris informed her of the missive and her concerns, to which her mother laughed, and jeered the poor girl. I wanted to say something, to speak on behalf of Amaris, to say that the ideas were mine and clearly were a misjudgment in my advanced age. But I thought it better to remain quiet. What chance does a mere mortal have against a fey queen? And so Amaris bore the brunt of the assault. Eventually, pushing back, which her mother clearly did not like. The meeting grew tense, but Amaris weathered the storm, and the two seemed to part on middle terms. | I was surrounded by what seemed like moonlit forest full of plants and colors I could have only dreamed about as a boy. There seemed to be two diverging paths, one of shadow and darkness, the other attended by pixies and full of color and life. Amaris said that the pixies were usually a sign that this road led to the Feywilds. And of course, who was I to argue. I had absolutely no idea how this plane worked, and certainly did not want to get lost here. So I followed, observing my surroundings and really taking them all in. Eventually, we came to a place with a wide variety of changing paths. Some held pure emotions, like anger, despair, and joy, others reflected the seasons. But we eventually came to one path with small images of the moon in various phases, and Amaris insisted this was the way. I summoned my most trusted sergeant, 2, and we followed her and Sayla down this path. I was unsure what I was going to find here, or what was going to happen, but Amaris had some insight as to what to expect. Firstly, the Court was not exactly open to outsiders meddling in their business or with their territory, so I was not to touch anything. Easy enough, I did not need any repercussions for my curiosity, and my eyes are observant enough. And observe they did. The amount of color within this realm was astounding. And entering the heart of it all was a breath taking thing, with pure energy radiating about the place. We passed by a number of doors, some with names of people, possibly Amaris' siblings, and some with the names of creatures from the material plane. It was just before entering the chamber of Lady Luanach that Amaris gave me my second piece of advice. If I am asked to dance, I am to dance as if my life depended on it. While I did not know exactly what that meant, it would not be long before I found out. Lady Luanach began by probing with questions against Amaris, clearly trying to pull something from her or exert control. But then she asked me to dance, and of course I feared what consequences would come if I refused that request. So I danced for this fey queen. A dance which I had not performed in a great number of centuries, hailing from the upper rhineland region of Old Troverth. At first, I handled the tempo, but slowly I noticed it increase. This was a game, a test, and now I understood. I would either fail to keep up, and surely die, or be pushed to the point of exhaustion, and my old age would do the rest. Neither option were really open, and so I created a third approach, tap into the power of Cellica and dance like I had on our wedding night. And dance I did, apparently well enough that I can continue to write this. But I will surely need to have another dance with my wife at some point. Well, with my performance over, it was time for Amaris to entertain her mother, but her nerves slowed her, making her movements usure. Apparently, it was not impressive, and the conversation turned again. Lady Luanach wanted to know why her daughter was here, and she wanted to know now. Amaris informed her of the missive and her concerns, to which her mother laughed, and jeered the poor girl. I wanted to say something, to speak on behalf of Amaris, to say that the ideas were mine and clearly were a misjudgment in my advanced age. But I thought it better to remain quiet. What chance does a mere mortal have against a fey queen? And so Amaris bore the brunt of the assault. Eventually, pushing back, which her mother clearly did not like. The meeting grew tense, but Amaris weathered the storm, and the two seemed to part on middle terms. | ||
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