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::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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Of course, my queen, such tasks can be done with numbers two and four, they can be made of six.
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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!
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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.::
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Do you truly think the time has come, my love?
::Leans over, voice lowered to his queen.::
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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?
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Your grace is understood, my lady of lingering leaves.
::The Elf steps back, vanishing.::
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::A short time later.::
The box you asked for, your majesty.
::The elf offers the queen a small plastic box.::
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Good, good. The pieces of the road before us fall together...
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::Marches back in.::
Your majesty, the Sage Wodan and the Daughter Rose.
::Sweeps his cape away.::
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What hath thou called me here for, Queen of Autumn Leaves, whose name is not to be spoken.
::A bloated plant like wizard stumbles in.::
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There better be tasty treats! We were dining on the sorrows of men! And the broken dreams of girls, Queenie Queen!
::A small, impudent child made of roses floats in behind her ... father?::
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Remember your place, brat! You live still at the whim of the Queen of the First Woods! The Garden before Gardens!
::The fairy knight points his blade at the child of roses.::
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Now is not the time for squabbles among members of the court, Ingunar. Feuds and proper decorum can be dealt with after we have seized the chance offered to us by Fortuna itself.
::Holds up her hand.::
Now all we need is the vessels to be delivered.
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As you command your majesty!
::Bows, sheathing his blade.::
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::Doors open, as a fairy with gossamer butterfly wings and a scepter and an ornate outfit floats in, as plastic moving carts pushed by lesser fairies follow him, carrying an aquarium set filled with a writhing 7 Colored Fish, a plastic birdcage with a small Tornado Bird, and an All-Seeing White Tiger writhing in bondage made of roots and vines.::
I come bearing gifts, Mother!
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My beloved son who never disappoints, of the title Truesdale.
Now, we have all the items we need! Sage Elf! Is the array of man's magic ready?
::Motioning her branch like arms.::
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As prepared as their grimoires allow, my Queen!
::An array glowing gold covers the root claimed floor.::
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Place the beasts within the array!
::Points his own scepter at the fae and at the array.::
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::Stands up from her throne walking down, her body sounding like the creaking of wood and rustling of leaves.
And takes the needles from the plastic bin.
Three in fact.::
Is this the number of three, Sage Elf?
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Yes, your majesty. One and one and one makes three.
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Perfect.
::Clamps one on the back end of the fish, another on the hind leg of the tiger, and the third on the leg of the Tornado Bad.::
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What is it you seek of my daughter and I, lady of the oldest grove?
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You shall know soon for what purpose it be that I have called you to this hall, Wodan.
Ingunar, take the bin of oils, and plant one of the needles at full length at the entrance of our prison.
::Handing the bin to the fairy knight.::
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Understood, my eternal liege.
::Marches out of the great hall, carrying the bin under his arm..::
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