To Court the Fairies (Open)

[Aegis]

Cylus 16, 719

It appeared in the early morning hours of the 16th, with the moons high in the sky. No one saw it appear, though it seemed that it just popped up, two hours north of the spear gate, just off the eastern side of the worn down dirt road that led to the Cut. It was a fairy ring, pure white in color, made up of dozens of mushrooms, all five to six meters tall, tall enough to allow even the tallest person to stand beneath their fungal cover. The ring was twenty to thirty meters wide.

It's discovery in the wee hours of the morning caused a hubbub in Yaralon. The Yari are an ever superstitious people after all. Nothing could happen that wasn't interpreted as a sign of doom or a sign of prosperity to come. One could throw a rock and have it hit something sacred in Yaralon. And this Fairy Ring was keeping many a normally curious Yari away. But perhaps that was simply because it was terribly cold in the morning, and many Yari would rather stay in their homes or favorite taverns around a fire. Or perhaps it was simply recovering from the recent windstorm and not having a day filled with the strange and dangerous that only Yaralon can provide.

So for those that did not allow their curiosity to be stifled, they'd find the whole area quite unoccupied. The tall grasses that were normally vibrant in the wetter seasons were starting to droop from the cold. Outside of the fairy ring, the grasses stood two meters tall, but within it, there were merely a foot tall. On the eight hour of the day, when the sun might normally rise in other seasons, every stone began to float within the ring. The grasses outside of it stood tall, leaning toward the ring.

With a flash of what could only be described as bright darkness, she appeared. She stood in the middle of the ring, looking at the new arrivals with a worried smile on her face. "Welcome friends. I am Purple. And I hope to make your dearest friendship. We have to attend court soon, so first, you must tell me why it is you come with me." She would wait, to allow all to give their replies before she would give any of her own.

!	Message from: Aegis
	Hello! This is open to anyone. However, this first round is a test, and there is a very real possibility of failure. Enjoy. P.S. indicate whether you're a Dreamwalker, Jesine/Kielik MB or Marked in your post, have met fairies in the past (with links), or met Jesine or Kielik in the past.

[Rabu]

Rumours of something called a “fairy ring” began circling around Yaralon in hushed whispers and they captured Rabu’s interest like a moth to the flame. Rabu asked as many of the city folk as he could about it and nearly all of them told him to leave it be, This of course was not possible for the Mortal born of mystery. Eventually he was able to ease drop on a conversation some travellers were having and they revealed its whereabouts. Rabu got in his cart and began his journey to the mysterious Fairy ring, he wore a wide smile on his face as he brimmed with excitement at the possibility of seeing a fairy. The Tunawa had always hoped he would one day meet a fairy, his mother always put him to bed reading stories about the strange emean creatures and their strange and mysterious ways.

Rabu felt like he’d been on his cart for an eternity when he finally spotted the tall white mushroom pillars in the distance. he began shaking with clenched fists as the excitement took over his body. He urged his donkey Gogo to go faster and they did, just not very much as Gogo liked to take its time. They finally got there and Rabu feed the donkey a carrot as a reward for its trouble and practically dove over to the fairy ring. There was a very small gathering of people there but not nearly as much as he would expect for such an occasion. He was shaking and his cheeks were hurting from extended grinning as he stood in front of the fairy ring wondering if he should jump in. Before he could decide, an etherial creature appeared into existence like a fine mist. She took the shape of a young women of violet hue, with stunning otherworldly wings. Her name was Purple and she wanted to be friends, which was music to Rabu’s ears. She asked why he and by extension the other people were here and Rabu was more than happy to share his answer.

“My name be Rabu, Came for seeing fairy in hope of being deh friend…Also purple Rabu’s most favourite of colour.” Rabu smiled a warm inviting smile and put his arms out for a hug but quickly changed it to an outstretched hand when it was clear he was too big for fairy hugs.

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Rabu doesn't have dream walking, a mark from the dream twins or has ever met a fairy

[Mastemyr]

Cylus 16, 719

The face of the hunter emerged from the grass first, a look of wild unpredictability in his gold eyes. He wore a smile of sharpened teeth, long and wide, neck craning to look up and into the enormous mushroom caps that towered overhead. Prowling forward, he stood at the edge as he heard the voice of the first fairy, followed by Rabu. The fast little stick that craved his teeth. He remembered.

“Friendship?” he had plucked a few pieces of grass, chomping down on the foliage, partially hidden behind one of the stalks, “I can be friendly too,” Mastemyr was still grinning, in an unsettling sort of way. His hair was black, but many of the strands were streaked with white. A change to his past appearance, it seemed his body was responding to the uncharacteristic frost that had been plaguing Yaralon; even his skin had begun to hold undertones of frosty blues, “Sometimes? Maybe?” The man shook his head vigorously, righting his thoughts until the pressure behind his eyes subsided, “I don’t remember.”

He resettled his eyes on Purple, unable to stop the dark thought of instinct that pervaded his thoughts. 'What might those lovely wings taste like?’ he wondered. Mastemyr hugged the mushroom, still gnawing greedily away on the tall grass, rubbing his cheek against his circle’s barrier. “Mmmm, smells like magic, magic, magic.” Mastemyr leaned back and pressed his face repeatedly against the mushroom, exchanging smells while a great purr rumbled in his chest, “No,” he reared back, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, “No…" His voice picked up a strong determination, "No. It smells like home. The other home. The second, not the first.” Not the third. The one in his dreams.

He smiled again. It had been some time since the Mortalborn had seen a fairy. They were evasive little creatures by nature, often tied to Emea and he rarely witnessed them in the waking world or otherwise. Someone - who? - had taken him to meet some in ages long gone. His memory was foggy and a great seriousness seized him as he tried to remember the silhouette of woman from his past. Sleepy. Beautiful. She had mattered to him. His… mate? No? Who? Who? Who?

“Jesnine,” he finally whispered. The name came back in sharpening clarity and the madness in his eyes cleared for a tic, “Is she well?” He stared at the face of Purple, searching for the answer as a hopeful man in perfect mind, and then the facade shattered and his mind was broken once more.

Mastemyr pulled back into safety of the grass to hide himself, the drooping tops whispering back and forth as he crept around the fairy circle in the tall grass, looking at more signs of the winter court. “I just want to listen, listen, listen. I will be good.” A good little kitty cat. The grass stopped moving as he settled in the overgrowth, “Then can we be friends?"

The Mortalborn began to chuckle.

Mastemyr does posess dream walking, received by Jesnine herself, as the two have a history of an on again, off again relationship.

[Cervantez]

☠ Cylus 16th, 719 ☠

☠ Mood: Curious
☠ Current Thought: Lets explore
☠ Current Theme: Bury Me Low
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor

☠ Cervantez enjoying a drink at one of the smoking dens near Spear Gate, unwind and relax as the cold of Cylus always got him tense. Amidst his drinking, he found many people were going on about a weird thing that seemed to be happening around this time. A brow raised in curiosity as he tuned out most of the chatter around him in order to try and discern what all the hubbub was about.

It was no easy task, as he only caught bits and pieces of the thick yari dialect being used. It seemed something called a fairy ring had appeared near the gate, and many were worried it could be a bad omen. Some thought it to be a good sign, as a sign of a good harvest.

The den was buzzing with theories and ideas of what it could be, and why the phenomenon was occurring. The necromantic researcher felt there was no better way to understand it was to explore it first hand. Finishing his drink, he fixed his weapon strapped to his back and left for the ring.

After a journey, he saw it, the field of tall mushrooms and grass all in a ring-like circle. He wasn't the only one to come to the ring, as he saw two other figures there as well. Looking around it seemed the area was unlike the rest of the natural landscape as well. The grass seemed to be abnormally tall, and the mushrooms towered over those present.

Then came a flash of odd light and with it, a figure with wings. He noted the look on her face and listened to the words spoken by the odd creature.

"I wish to understand you, and possibly share knowledge between our people."

he said in his mother's native tongue, finding it to be the more polite of his known tongues. ☠

"Common Speech"

"Xantheon Speech"

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Cervantez doesnt have either dream MB mark or Dreamwalking

[Thysbae]

Bae was nothing, if not a bundle of curiosity. Huyr had let him walk out that door with only a warning, preferring to stay indoors and out of the way of something mystical. Just don't die, kid. It seemed she thought highly of him, was how Thysbae had interpreted it. The grin on his face hurt a bit more than if he'd been holding it for a while, the cold nipping at his cheeks and seeping into his mouth. Too painful to bear, he wrapped the scarf around his neck high enough that it would come up to his lips. A present, of sorts, from the woman who was supposed to be watching him. No work these trials, so he was free to do much.

Which was why he even had time to wander out to the ring. It was the tall grass that gave him pause. Much higher than he head, he gazed at the tops of them before trekking on. Rustling filled the air around him, an alert to others present. Fearful for a moment, he froze. What else was in the grass with him? The trill of terror passed quickly as voices floated towards him. He pressed on, determined to at least make it back to other people. He wouldn't last long on his own, He didn't think.

He stumbled forward as the grass decreased in height. Now it was much shorter and easier to manage. There wasn't much that he could say to the people now crowded in the ring with floating rocks. Floating rocks. They were enough to capture his attention for a moment before he caught the words being spoken. The fairy - Purple - wants to be friends. That could be easy enough. Taking another tentative step forward, he paused.

The last time he had spoken in a public manner, it had not turned out well. Bae wasn't the public speaker, the one capable of moving a crowd. But it was supposed to be a question answered sincerely and he thought he could manage that.

"I just wanna know what court is." Sincere, truthful. That was part of how friendships were solidified, right?

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No marks or dreamwalking!

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[Praetorum]

Praetorum had only just gotten back to the city, and already there seemed to be some new thread around the place. Nothing was ever quiet in Yaralon, it seemed.

This was a bad idea, really. He was already injured from his stay in Maiden's Refuge; he should be at home resting up and sleeping. Instead, he was trudging up the road north from Yaralon, armed only with his scythe and crossbow. His arm was still too weak for him to use his tower shield, and he'd been very firmly told not to use that arm until it healed. How much use he'd be if this fairy ring turned out to be a danger to the city, he didn't know, but he'd be damned if he just sat back and did nothing.

The fairy ring itself wasn't difficult to see; it was over twice his height, surrounded by grass and curious Yari and not much else. He'd always assumed mushroom rings would come in mushroom sizes, but this one was closer to the size of an arena than anything else. As he stepped up closer to the ring, head and shoulders above the grass, he spotted a flash of movement from within the circle.

Inside the circle, stones were beginning to float, while outside, the grass was beginning to bend. Or bow. He stopped, an arms length away from the mushrooms, watching warily as some sort of creature appeared, everything about her some shade of blue or violet. She didn't seem dangerous, and when she spoke, her tone and words were friendly, so he relaxed a little. Things in Yaralon were rarely as they appeared, but there was no sense in being needlessly suspicious or hostile.

"I'm Praetorum." He said when there was a lull in the introductions, dipping into a polite half bow. That was what you were supposed to do in courts, right? "People have been a bit worried about this—" he gestured at the fairy ring "—showing up so suddenly, so I'd like to come with you to confirm that you mean no harm to us."

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No dreamwalking or dream marks or anything like that

[Nox Cross]

Another night, another job well done. Finding that fucker is no easy task. Good thing one of those piece of trash have info on that fucker’s whereabouts. Have to send the surveillance team to make sure it’s not another trap.

Nox wiped away the blood from his knife, he pushed the knife back into the hidden compartment in his outfit. As soon as he arrived back in Yaralon, he made his way to his favourite tavern. It seems like something had happened. He could see people talking in groups about something interesting. The Yari are a very superstitious people. This kind of atmosphere happens when something superstitious happens.

“It looks like something fun happened, the people are riled up. Sounds interesting don’t you think Nox? Play things, Nananananananananana. I want more playthings!” Lyn said to Nox

“Shut up Lyn, you already let your plaything hanged from the wall drained of all their blood.”

“They are a meanie, they said I smell bad even though they are the one that smells. Please, I promise I won’t destroy my plaything.”

“That’s what you always said Lyn, and you smelled bad. You reek of death.”

“Meanie!!! I’ll just play with you then,”

“Yeah, not going to happen. Fuck off!”

After putting two and two together he learned that some strange occurrence happened outside the northern gate of the city. He gathers his hunting party and off they went to see this strange occurrence. After traveling for a while, they arrived near the place of the strange occurrence. A white circle, with giant mushrooms surrounding it, it was magic-touched. The place differed from the natural surroundings. He ordered his hunting party to hold their ground while he approaches the circle. Several other people were already there. Then a flash of bright light, and a strange shining creature appeared in the circle’s middle.

Nox looked back to make sure that his men were still within eyeshot. After hearing the creature’s introduction Nox signaled his hunting party to stand down and go back into the city.

Nox replied to the creature in his native tongue as because he heard the creature talked in his native tongue.

“Hello there little one, my name is Nox. Friendship? Well, I know that friendship goes both way, although it seem selfish of me to ask for help first, but I have an appeal to ask of you and your friends in your court, I would like to spend a trial or maybe just several trills if possible with my mother. I haven’t got the chance to say goodbye to her.”

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Nox does not have dreamwalking skills, not a Mortal Born of Jesine and Kielik and also not a marked of the two