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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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[duelacademynpcs]

::The captured tiger, the fish in its aquarium and the bird in its cage are hurried on top of the array by the fae attending 'Truesdale'.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::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?

[duelacademynpcs]

Yes, your majesty. One and one and one makes three.

[duelacademynpcs]

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.::

[duelacademynpcs]

What is it you seek of my daughter and I, lady of the oldest grove?

[duelacademynpcs]

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.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Understood, my eternal liege.

::Marches out of the great hall, carrying the bin under his arm..::

[duelacademynpcs]

::Opens the plastic container she had Learning Elf retrieve for her.::

To think The Moonchild was the snotty daughter of man who ate my tarts. What coincidence.

::Carefully pulls out three long purple-red hairs, and ties them to the beasts, thrashing.::

There.

::Flicks the Needles to Minus.::

Now, Wodan, work your magic on these beasts, infuse them with the workings of the Fae, let the magic of man, the magic of Zeman and our magic work together for a purpose!

[duelacademynpcs]

I call this a fool's errand, my queen, for this is the working with magics of ages not meant for one another.

But as thou commands!

::Holds his hands, and his daughter holds up her rose staff.

The magic pours and pools over the beasts, reacting to the needles, reacting to the array, blending together irrationally, as the beasts shift.

Chance.

Bend.

Into things like men, yet not quite men.::

[duelacademynpcs]

::The red bird turns into a short haired red-headed young man.::

Oh me, oh my. What happened~?

[duelacademynpcs]

::The tiger now is a fashionable man with a blond perm.::

I feel absolutely famished~~

[duelacademynpcs]

::And the fish into a youth whose gender is quite unknown.::

I feel like a brand new me~

But... why do we exist~?

[duelacademynpcs]

For one purpose you three I name from the sage's book.

Altair the Tornado! Deneb the Rainbow! Vega the All-Sight!

::Holds her hand out, naming the three, as if forging locks onto them.::

Leave this place at once before the Jailer of Lies finds us! Go! Find The Moonchild, whose hairs reside in your very essences! And strangle the very life out of her by any means!

[duelacademynpcs]

Understood your majesty!

::They salute the queen with a bow of three, and flash step, disappearing as a rumbling overhead begins to quake.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Now! Scatter, children of the land before Suns, before creation was forged ugly like iron! Her majesty and I shall take the brunt of the jailer's fury!

::The fae immediately scatter, as the ceiling begins to tear open...::

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