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[duelacademynpcs]

::It is the evening at the Arcology that has become home to the Fae. And on the evening, the status quo will find itself altered, and the End of the World begins. Maybe. The World is always ending, isn't it?

But a certain pigeon-headed sage stands before the entrance of the Arcology, mulling over his own thoughts, feeling divided loyalties. Or rather loyalties to his masters, but appalled at the specifics of his masters' orders for what are required to open the door to The Holy Land of Katakamuna.

And yet, they are his orders...::

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[daeasterncourt]

May mercy befall the child, she deserves not the cruelties being slung and that will be slung towards her.

::The elderly pigeon sighs, rummaging through his satchel, as he pulls out several strange clamps? Needles?

And flings them towards the main entrance to the massive city-in-a-building.

And once they hit the ground, he vanishes as he steps into the air::

[daeasterncourt]

::Moments later, a fairy appears, looking upon the objects.::

What are they? What indeed are they?

[daeasterncourt]

Toys? Toys for us?!

[duelacademynpcs]

What ruckus is this?

::Another fairy lands.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Objects, perhaps cold iron?

[duelacademynpcs]

Tricks by Men? Fools! Let the lord knight know what has been found!

[duelacademynpcs]

Let the lord knight know! He will certainly know what to do with the trickery of men!

::The fairy folds in on itself, and disappears to find the lord knight.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::Soon after.::



What foolishness calls for me!

[duelacademynpcs]

Toys! Toys we have found, lord knight!

::The small fairy floats around giggling.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::The knight, Sir Ingunar looks down at the objects. And soon realizes if not knowing the objects themselves, he at least senses what they possibly portend.::

Bring me a towel! Bring me a basket made of oils! Her Majesty, the Queen, will want to see these for herself!

[duelacademynpcs]

Of course, lord knight!

::The fairies quickly gather a plastic basket and a towel, handing them to the knight.::



::The knight, Sir Ingunar, uses the towel to wrap up the objects and places the towel and objects in the basket, and scopes the small bin under his arm, as he is as tall as a man...

And marches back into the tower, overgrown in greenery.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::Later, in a large hall that has been overtaken by trees, roots and floors, choking the metal and plastic that form the facility, a makeshift court resides, two thrones of wood and stone.

There sits a tall red-headed woman, seemingly almost a tree herself, in a red dress that does nothing to hide her voluptuous curves.

Besides her is a diminutive man, an elf perhaps, smaller, but no less regal than his compatriot.::



Pray tell, Lord Knight, what is it that thou believes to be worthy of my Queen's attention? What is it of Man that you think is naught a waste of ticking seconds and fading minutes?

[duelacademynpcs]

Tools of the Men of the Second Sun, My Liege and Lady.

::Places the basket at the bottom of the steps, removing the towel.::

[duelacademynpcs]

... Cursed Needles?

Are my eyes deceiving me, Lord Knight.

::The woman leans forward, almost in awe.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Nay, your majesty, queen of the first autumn.

The tools of Zeman sit before us, I believe.

[duelacademynpcs]

Sage Elf, count them for me, for you know the counting of men.

::Motions with her branch like arms to a female elf.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::The young blonde elf approaches, and looks down, scanning.::

...Four... Five... Six! There are six of them, my queen. A chance sixfold to use them!

[duelacademynpcs]

A chance sixfold... How rare...

My beloved, my sweet. How shall we use them?

::He ponders the needle.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Elf, Two and Four can be Made of Six, can they not?

[duelacademynpcs]

Of course, my queen, such tasks can be done with numbers two and four, they can be made of six.

[duelacademynpcs]

Good! Now quickly! Before the jailer of lies notices what we are up to!

Bring me Wodan and his daughter from their endless feasting hall with the Ghost Beef!

We have nary a moment to lose, my fellow children of Tír na nÓg, from the World before Suns! This chance if not grasped now, will run from our hands like the droplets of many a rain!

::She motions her hands.::

And bring me beasts. A Beast of land, a beast of sky, a beast of sea! We have a working to do prevent the birth of the Moonchild!

[duelacademynpcs]

The slovenly sage and his progeny shall be brought before you at once, Fair Queen.

::Thumps his chest, and sweeps around, marching down a hall, his cape fluttering.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Do you truly think the time has come, my love?

::Leans over, voice lowered to his queen.::

[duelacademynpcs]

I care not what happenstance and folly may have brought these to us, but I see a chance, sparkling in the distance, however faint, lay before us, and I will take that shining mote of light and seize it, my consort who is like my shadow.

But it seems like luck and fortune shine upon us this day, we may yet take down both the Jailer of Quetzacoatl and her beloved Moonchild unborn, and open the way to the World of the Current Sun, that is our birth right.

::Looks up.::

Sage Elf, there is a small box in my quarters in this tower jail we are forced to wander. Bring it to me, immediately, and touch nothing else!

Are we understood?

[duelacademynpcs]

Your grace is understood, my lady of lingering leaves.

::The Elf steps back, vanishing.::